Chapter 6 - THE SETUP
The next morning, I called Margaret. I made my voice shake. I forced myself to sob into the receiver.
"Margaret, please," I cried. "The workshop burned down last night. I can't take this anymore. You were right. The memories are too much. I want to sell the farm."
There was a sickeningly sweet pause on the other end. "Oh, Clara, I'm so sorry to hear about the fire. What a tragedy. But you're making the right choice. I'll come over tonight with the deed transfer paperwork."
"No," I said quickly. "I'm leaving for a hotel in the city right now. I left the back door unlocked. Just leave the papers on the kitchen island. I'll sign them tomorrow."
"Perfect," Margaret said. "Drive safe."
I hung up and looked at Elise, who was standing in the kitchen holding Thomas's heavy cast-iron skillet.
"She’s coming tonight," I said.
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I didn't pack a bag. Instead, I drove my car down the road and parked it behind the dense tree line where it couldn't be seen. Then, I hiked back to the house through the woods. Elise and I set up my iPad on the kitchen bookshelf, the camera lens pointed directly at the island.
Then, we waited in the dark.
