Twisted-Games

Only one thing could take the edge off my frustration, and I’d turned it
down like an idiot.
I shut off the faucet and dried myself, resigned to a sleepless night.
Meanwhile, the terrible idea that had been brewing in the back of my
mind since Bridget told me about her bucket list wouldn’t go away. Instead, it
sounded more and more like a good idea.
It was crazy and possibly dangerous. I had no time to prepare, and it went
against all my training and protective instincts.
But I couldn’t get Bridget’s sad eyes or words out of mind.
I want to savor being normal for the last time.
“I’m going to regret this,” I muttered as I stepped out of the bathroom and
flipped open my laptop.
It didn’t matter.
Because as much as I wanted Bridget safe, I wanted her happy more.