After the Countdown
"Now go home. Don't cause trouble for me here."
At seven that evening, I reserved the window seat at the upscale restaurant where we had gone on our first date. I ordered a table full of dishes Victoria had once loved most.
Soft violin music filled the restaurant. Outside the window, the city lights and traffic glittered through the night.
I sat there quietly, watching the red countdown in midair that only I could see, watching it keep slipping away.
[Death countdown: 41 hours, 30 minutes, 12 seconds.]
Seconds and minutes passed.
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