So I guess I’m going to give you something you probably never gave those women you buried out back.” I square my shoulders. “A choice.” Danner glances at the tray. “I suppose you’re not here to set me free, are you?” When all I do is stare at the cup of tea, he nods. “So you’re going to kill me.” “Don’t think of it as murder,” I say, voice clipped and crisp. “Think of it as mercy.”
