This was the kind of scenery Frank had been accustomed to; he knew it all his life. Oftentimes he dreamt of moving to California but the cost of living he’d heard was high. Still in all, he was happy in Tacoma. ¬†Frank looked down at his watch. It was 12:15 pm.

Rose regarded herself in the mirror. She was happy with what she saw; she smiled. Frank wouldn’t know a thing, she made sure of that. Anyway, they weren’t married. ¬†Rose opened the door and exited the building, narrowing her eyes in the harsh light. She began walking toward the tideflats, toward Frank. She had hoped…she had hoped.