A Secretary Affair
Sheara grabbed her coat right away—old, black, worn soft at the cuffs, smelling like cold rain and wind and places that haven’t seen the sun in a long time.
“Okay. We have until five in the morning, but realistically, we have until the first light starts touching the sky. Cemetery first, then back here before the sun comes up. If the sky turns light and we’re not done… it’s over. There won’t be any coming back from it.”
She dimmed the lights until everything was dark around us, then reached for his hand again, her grip tight and sure like she was afraid he might disappear if she let go even for a second.