“… till death do you part?”
She paused, and looked out across the assorted guests.
“I don’t.”
There was stunned silence, and in the moment she ran for it.
She quickly gathered what she could from home and headed for
the border. Within a week, she had a new name and identity.
Her new life was full of danger, as she turned to crime to
survive. She dealt drugs, ran a brothel, anything ‘illegal’ but profitable.
But after taking a bullet to the gut, as she lay there
dying, one thought ran in her head.
What if she’d said yes?
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