Headlights traced the horizon, an eternal procession of white fading to red, seemingly dismembered from the ground in the dark. Jake mindlessly sat watching the streaks of light etch themselves into the night sky. Everything has built up to this day, this night, the coming hour when they could finish and hopefully get back to their normal, or at least what resembled normal, lives. Though how could anyone be the same after all of this? How could anyone regain normalcy? The atrocities they’ve committed and the horrors they witnessed will be theirs to bear alone. That was the agreement. When all was said and done, there would be no contact between any of them. Not a word. Jake has begun to worry that one of them will break. Its all too much to carry, especially in solitude. Plus, this whole thing became more than any of them agreed to or what they planned on from the beginning. Much, much more.
Jake was weighing the gravity of the night ahead, the task at hand. The plan was flawless. No holes. They hadn’t missed anything, he was sure of that. Yet he had this nagging feeling that some minute detail was skipped over. It was the first time through this whole ordeal that he felt this way but couldn’t lay a finger on what it could be.
A tap on the shoulder broke his concentration. There was nothing more to be done now. No adjustments could be made. It was time.
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