FIFTEEN EMILY- 1 YEAR LATER
FIFTEEN
Devin has been gone—missing to the public—for a year now. I spent the better part of that morning taking care of his worthless body, clearing out the cabin, and leaving without any questions from anyone. The campground was quiet that morning; something sinister lingered in the air.
Maybe I wasn’t the only one taking care of secrets there that week.
Management tried to reach out, but I ignored their calls. After a week of Devin being gone, I cleared out the house of my things and…just left. I had saved money for years, and waited until I had the courage to leave him, but I knew if I left, he would find me.
The only way to ensure I could start fresh is if he wasn’t around anymore.
I quit my job, changed my name, and have kept a low profile for the last year. No one around me knows who I am, or who I was before. I keep waiting for the police to show up at my door; to go to prison for what I did, but it hasn’t happened.
So, I took Devin’s idea of moving to the West Coast, and I found a little place up north where I could start a new life. It’s now July 3rd, and I planned a quick little trip down to Ironcliff Falls.
I didn’t check in for a stay; I just came by to check on my husband.
I made the winding trek up to the overlook point and faced east. There was a beautiful patch of wildflowers that wasn't there this time last year.
Right in the spot I dug out and put him in, the most beautiful bright flowers stood tall.
For the first time in a long time, I smiled when I thought of him and what he’s created.