n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life-set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until...
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We leave early the next morning. We stopped off at the bakery Marah's friends own and work in. We walked in and I ordered the coffee and a scone for Marah as she went to grab something from the apartment upstairs.
"So, you're the brother? Right?" The one with dark brown hair says, I believe her name is Sawyer.
"Yeah, adoptive." I mutter, waiting for Marah.
"She talked about you. Like a lot." Sawyer says. "Especially the first year in prison. Were you to close or something."
"Yeah, we were close." I mumble, seeing Marah come down the stairs, ending this awkward conversation.
Marah walks down in a long sleeve white shirt, a red, yellow, and black checkered skirt, brown heels, and I can see the outline of knives strapped to her thigh.
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"Hey. You ready to go?" Marah asks, grabbing her coffee and scone.
I nod and walk to the door. I hear her say her goodbyes to her friends before we leave the store. We finish our coffees and Marah eats her scone.
"You can back out. If you want." I mutter, not looking at her.
"Now, why would I do that?" Marah asks, smiling towards me.
"I don't know. I thought you only killed cops." I say, smirking towards her.
My joke gets the desired outcome, a laugh passing through her lips. "That was one time!" she exclaims, hitting my arm.
I smile before getting out of the car. Marah follows and walks over to my side. I grab her waist and grab the briefcase that's set to the timeline we need.
We land in a rural and very polka town.
"This is not our vibe nor is it our aesthetic." Marah whispers to me.
I nod, knowing what she means. We walk inside the building, looking around for directions. We share a look, knowing this isn't going to end well, for either of us.
"Don't let me get arrested again." Marah mumbles, walking up to a woman working on a sign in the lobby.
"Excuse me." Marah says, tapping the woman on the back. The woman startles backwards, as if she couldn't hear anything over her heavy breathing.
