The Final Scene

by Steph Nelson

Brooke doesn’t remember her first day at the cabin, but she’ll never forget the day he grabbed her.

More like keeping tabs to create a cushion between herself and danger if necessary.

It was as simple as a tug on her ponytail, a huge, warm hand covering her mouth, and then a pinch at the shoulder. The last thing she thought was, This is it. This is how I die. That was ten years ago.

Grace pushed the button on the device once and it gave him a sharp jolt of electricity through the metal band, his collar.

Favorite stories are full of friends to visit when you have nobody else.

Brady would call the precaution ridiculous. But Brady’s never been a woman.