She gave me her hand and didn’t need more (Karen/Frank)
They had talked about this, and he’d told her in no uncertain terms what she should choose, what he wanted for her life, but she’d never expected it to come to this, to a decision made in the dark of night, her heart thundering in her ears.
Their time is running out, sirens getting closer, and suddenly she’s living in a Robert Frost poem, a fork in the path of her life, no option to backtrack.
He won’t go back to prison, won’t die in some fetid cell, won’t face eternity in solitary confinement.
And she knows, one path is easy, a path back to creamy lattes and afternoons spent lounging on a bench in the park… a path without him, without the twists and turns of a life on the run.
Jaw set, she reaches for his hand, determination glimmering in her eye, silencing his protective protests.
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