I was happy in every aspect of my life. My son, Danny, was doing well. His father and my ex-husband Josh was now stepping up to help raise him. I was ...bout to be promoted to a vice presidency of a large local bank and was in the best physical shape of my life—about to run my first marathon. Ben Sheppard, my first true lover, was a phone call away. Then I met David Butcher. He was a charismatic and handsome graphic artist with an arrogant streak. He was tall and muscular man with red-gold hair. After it was done I used a jewelers screwdriver to remove the battery and the sim card. Yes I brought the screwdrivers with me because I expected to use them for just that purpose. I drove away from the convenience store. I tossed the wiped down battery out the window in a residential area that had no connection to me whatsoever. While I was dismantling and destroying phones I took the Card from Jose's phone and tossed the rest out the window.I went about a mile further down the road then did. The coach that had taught me had told me that my curve had a lot of bend to it, as long as I didn't try to throw it too hard. From the mound, it had looked like it broke at least a foot, all of it over the final fifteen feet. It also dropped quicker, like a sinker ball. I hadn't thrown a baseball for so long, I guess I never mentioned it to Bill. When Bill had caught me in Little League, I couldn't throw a breaking ball. I went out back real quick and threw a few balls up into the air,. She was putting me in a box. Use THESE words! I wrote something straightforward and boring, but I tagged on the end, ‘Where is your FIRE today, Ms. Rogers?’ I wanted to know what had happened. I mean, I had an idea, but exactly what had happened the day before. I wasn’t sure how, when or where to ask her, just knew I HAD to. As usual my best chance was as we turned in papers and left for lunch. I waited until last. She glanced at my paper. I’d underlined the question at the end three times. ‘I.