But I had to testify. I had to tell the truth about that night and get that monster locked away for good. “You weren’t there that night,” I say quietly. “I didn’t need to be,” she retorts. “You got it wrong. Shane was innocent.” “No,” I say, “he wasn’t. Believe me.” Before she can say anything else, I turn my shopping cart and speed walk to another aisle. After everything I’ve been through, the last thing I need is some scary waitress stalking me in addition to all my other problems. I go through the aisles as quickly as I can, gathering the items from the shopping list, mostly from memory.
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