Tara froze, unsure of what was to happen. Bora watched between Scott and Tara, her breath held in her lungs. Scott was never violent in their relationship, but he did have a hot hed. Flashbacks of all the times she was pushed ito a corner by his loud voice. His voice was higher pitched than most men but when angry, it dropped to almost demonic. Bora gasped as she watched the barrel of the handgun grow closer to Tara's sweat glistened forehead.

Bora stepped back into the bend of the L-shaped counter. She watched, her eyes squinted in concentration and fear. What could bring Scott to do this?

"Step back Tara," the demonic voicec chimed as he circled around the employee hatch of the counter.

Tara stepped back, toward the espresso machine. Her hands stayed over her head, wai...

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