It was morning, finally. Sara shrugged off the stiffness by standing tall and stretching her arms above her head. The panic of the previous night was only slightly worn off, sort of like that feeling you get the day after drinking too much the night before. Except this hangover wasn’t physical, only mental. Sandy was no longer perched like an eagle in the chair next to the window. She heard the toilet flush upstairs. It brought with it a much needed feeling of normalcy.
As she came down the stairs, Sara could see she’d washed and changed. There was a buoyancy about her.
“What gives? Why the shift?”
“Well, I do believe my sunny bunny isn’t so sunny this morning.”
“Sandy, are you kidding me? How the hell can I be anything but…” She stopped. This was no time to spiral backwards. Keeping things calm was the only way out of this mess.
“Can you hand me that box next to the mantle?” Sandy asked as she pointed.
I walked to the left side of the sofa and reached for a small box that wasn’t there last night.
“Patience,” she responded.
She took the box, and like a parakeet pecked me on the cheek.
“This is my insurance policy.”
She opened the box and took out a gun. My tongue froze in my mouth.
“Good-bye, Sunny Bunny…”