Chapter
Three
With my shaking hands I managed to put the money in
the phone and dial Nick cell phone number.
"Hello?"
"Nick?"
"Sammy? Is that you?"
"I couldn't do it. I don't want to be a murderer. I'm
going back to the U.S. Back to Florida to get my stuff from AJ's apartment
then I'm going to New York."
"Sammy please. Don't leave. You and AJ can work it
out."
"No Nick! You don't get it! I CAN'T stay near him.
He wanted to kill our child. I'm gonna have to pretend like I did it then
I'm gonna say that I don't feel well then I'm gonna back to AJ's apartment.
Then I'm going back to New York and you have to promise not to tell
ANYONE."
"Sammy..."
"No Nick. Promise. I wanna hear you say that you
promise."
"Fine. I promise."
"Bye Nick. Call me at the New York number. You know
it."
"You don't have to do this."
"Yes, I do. It's what's best for me and the baby."
"Sammy...you really have other--"
"Bye Nick." I had to cut him off
"But--"
"Bye!"
"Bye," he said reluctantly.
