Bill shouldn’t scare me—he shouldn’t. I know the man. Once upon a time, I even loved him, or at least I thought I did. But now not only is he hurt, he’s certain he’s got the moral high ground on his side. And I’m afraid that Dallas is so intent on taunting the man who used to sleep with me that he’s going to make some verbal misstep and somehow reveal to Bill his role in all of this. What will Bill do when he finds out that Dallas is behind Deliverance? That Dallas and his team are interrogating Colin in an East Harlem cell? I cringe, realizing that my concern isn’t if Bill will make that discovery, but when. Oh, god, I hate this. I truly hate it. And right now, I want to move, but to where? I want to act, but how? It’s all well and good for Dallas and me to say that we will carve out a life together in the world, but we still have to attack that fundamental question of how exactly that’s going to happen. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure that taunting Bill isn’t getting us closer to that goal.
