The drive to New York seemed to take forever. Mort couldn't think clearly and found himself crying a lot. His tears tasted bitter to him and he knew why but he just couldn't accept it. He would go to the police and tell them some bullshit, he already had it planned out. He would tell them that Amy still loved him and that she said she couldn't live without him and that's what drove her to suicide.
"I love you Mort, please, come back to me."
"No Amy, I've someone else."
"Fine, then, I'll have to resort to living without you, but I couldn't do that. I'll just resort to living without myself."

That sounded good. He nodded to himself and reached over into his glove department. He pulled out a pack of Pall Malls and lit one up. He thought about the night before with Sarah.
"Mort, you don't smoke and never have."
If only you knew me. He thought as he puffed the cigarette down until it burnt his finger and lit up another.
"If only you knew me."

*Meanwhile, back at the cabin*

Sarah stood by the kitchen window again, a lot more on her mind than before. She felt bad for Mort's loss and thought about all her confrontations with Amy. Sure Amy had always been nothing more than a bitch to her but she couldn't help but cry.
Mort had told her that they thought it was suicide case and Sarah felt a sharp pain in her stomach at those words. She had been to the point of suicide once herself and then she thought about how Mort had saved her. Her parents had died in a car accident along with her little sister Emma. She felt like she had lost everyone she was close to that day and felt like she was going nowhere in life but after meeting Mort that all changed, everything changed.
She stood there thinking about the day she had meet him and smiled to herself. She loved him from the moment she saw him. She fell in love with his personality and his character. He was a beautiful man in all aspects of life both mentally and physically, she couldn't have asked anyone for more. Looking down at her engagement ring she smiled to herself again and thought about what she could do to make his day better. She could always cook him dinner, or clean the house, or do his wash. Then she thought about the night before and remember how he had treated her. Her eyes grew angry again and she stepped away from the window. She couldn't help but worry about him while he was gone. So she decided to do her normal routine and clean the house.
She started upstairs in their bathroom and then threw his clothes in the laundry along with some of hers. She went back upstairs and began to clean around his desk, careful not to dishevel any of his papers. Her hands worked quickly over the mess and she sat down in her computer chair to clean off around the key board. Dorito crumbs were everywhere and she couldn't help but giggle a bit. Then her eyes flashed up to the computer screen. She quickly glanced away and continued cleaning. He had forgotten to shut it off and his story was laying right in front of her. She stood up for a moment and thought about reading it but she fought with herself.
I couldn't do that. She thought and brushed her hands down her pant legs. I couldn't invade his personal privacy. Then she thought about all the times he had hid the story from her and found herself more curious about it. She sat back down and took hold of the mouse and began reading.

That was it, she fell lifeless in my arms.

That was all it read and she frowned expecting more. She exed out of that file and brought up another one entitled, "A Nameless Face" and began reading again. She read on and found her name, then Amy's and then Mort's and Chico's... She sat there once she was done in horror. The story was not a story at all, the story was Mort's life, their life.

Mort arrived back at the cabin, tired of interrogation and pulled off his coad. He called out for Sarah. Sarah quickly exed out of the file she was in and brought up the old one. She stood up and waved over the railing at him, her heart still pounding. Mort walked up the stairs to her and she stepped away from the computer.
"Hey, how did everything go?" She asked lightly. Mort glanced down at the computer and then back up at her eyes. He could tell something was wrong with her.
"Alright, they just asked me a few basic questions. What have you been up to?"
"Oh, cleaning." She looked away from him and nodded at her own words.
Mort cleared his throat and pulled her eyes back into his.
"Did you read my story?" He asked.
She shook her head no. "No, no, why would I do that?" Her heart pounded as she watched him look at the computed again.
"Because there is an error pop-up on the screen saying that you didn't save the changes to a file that I didn't even have open before I left." He pointed to the screen.
Her eyes shifted and realized that he was right, fuck she felt so trapped.
"Mort, I-I didn't mean to, I was just-just curious..." She stuttered as she watched him turn off the monitor.
"It was my own fault I should have shut the damn thing off." His eyes looked angry as he stared at her.
"I suppose you think I killed her." He trailed off chocking on his own words.
Sarah stood there, not so sure what she thought.
Mort looked down at her shaking hands. "You're afraid aren't you?" He asked.
She nodded and continued to look at him watching his eyes.
"You shouldn't be."
"Mort..." She began confused. "Did you?"
Mort shrugged and placed his hands in his pockets. "You tell me, did I?"
Sarah looked at him carefully and took a step away from him. "Well, in your story, you did."
"In my story, yeah, I did.... in real life...." He paused and closed the gap between them. "Well, I did that too."
Sarah's mouth dropped and she was speechless. "But,"
"Yeah, I killed her..." He stood there and dug out a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. "And, ugh, I also smoke..." He pulled one out and lit on up, then offered her one. Sarah just looked at him and grew pale.
"Trying to quit?" He laughed then added. "Or just trying to find a way out of here? Or maybe trying to figure me out?"
Sarah felt her heart leap into her throat and she felt faint. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Why did you do it Mort?" She asked quietly.
Mort inhaled his cigarette for a moment and then exhaled loudly and took a seat in the computer chair. "Hmmm.... why did I do it? Well, funny thing is, I did it for us."
Sarah shook her head. "For-for us?"
"Yeah, for you and me, Amy got in the way, it's a long story. I love you Sarah." Mort flicked an ash on the wood floor and smiled.
"Oh..." Sarah squeaked and continued to watch him.
Mort laughed again and looked at her, watching her fear grow. "You're afraid of me now, aren't you?"
Sarah shook her head. "Should I be?"
"No, I couldn't kill you." He said honestly and stood up, the computer chair whirling around. He walked up to her and placed his hand on her cheek. "I couldn't hurt you."
Sarah shivered at his words and blinked. "You promise?"
"I swear." He took another drag of his cigarette and then tossed it on the floor and rubbed it out with his foot.
"But, you're not going to tell anyone about this, now are you?" He asked seriously.
She shook her head no.
"Good girl. Because if you do..." He sighed and looked away from her for a moment. "Well, first no one will believe you because right now..." He sat back down and turned on the computer screen and opened the file. "I'm going to delete this."
Sarah held back a sigh and watched him. "And that my dear, that-" He pointed to the empty trash bin on the computer. "That was your only hope of getting anyone's attention."
She nodded.
"And second, if you do end up convincing somebody... well, some promises can be broken as much as it pains me to say that love." He explained and stood back up.
"Now, any questions?"
She shook her head no and stood there still in shock.
~*~

The rest of the night was spent with Mort sitting at his computer typing away again. Sarah thought that it was an ignorant move on his part, she figured that he knew that she'd sneak and read it all in due time then again she also figured that he wasn't foolish enough to write something more about the Amy incident. Sarah sat in the livingroom of the cabin chatting on the phone with her friend Jennifer. She of course put on a front telling her best friend that everything was 'fine' and that she very well enjoying her time with Mort and her time at the cabin. She was careful not to mention anything about the baby or the death of Amy, knowing the fact that Mort was just a feet above her rang. She wanted desperately to confide in her friend, but she simply couldn't, not at the moment anyhow. She felt as though she was walking on eggshells and that if she slipped her whole life could end just as Amy's had.
That night Mort went to bed early and Sarah was still on the couch starring off into space thinking of what she should do. Should she run? Where would she go? All she had money wise was a debt card that was joined into a shared account with Mort's therefore he would nowhere exactly where she was at all times. She rubbed her nervous hands over her knees and sighed. She stood up and went to go up stairs to change into her night clothes only to find Mort laying across the bed under the covers. She walked to the end of the bed and looked down at him, he was sleeping soundly, his mouth open partly. Usually, she would smile to herself at how cute he looked but not that night. She brought her hands up to her face and rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her thoughts. Placing her hair behind her ears she felt herself grow faint. She needed to get out of there. She sighed again and began to pace back and fourth. She couldn't call the cops because they'd never believe her, she had no proof. What could she do? She looked down at him again and felt her heart break. How could he have done such a thing? My God, this was crazy She wanted to escape, but how? Where? He would probably find her anyway. She watched him roll onto his back and let out a low grunt.
Not even thinking she walked to the side of the bed and sat back down. She grabbed a pillow and held it up above his head. I'll fucking kill him. She thought as she brought the pillow closer to his face. Then she realized what she was doing and stopped and brought the pillow into her lap and began to cry, she couldn't do that. Two wrongs, never made a right and dispite what he had done, she still loved him in a way. Her tears landed into the palm of her hands and she felt helpless. She couldn't turn to him for support anymore, so she sat there alone and scared and shaking. After a few moments into her break down she decided that it wasn't worth her loosing her head about. After all, Mort had already lost his. She stood up and wiped at her eyes and sniffed back her pain. She hobbled into the bathroom and changed into her night clothes. When she came out Mort was rolling around again and she said a silent prayer that he wouldn't wake up. She tip-toed to her side of the bed and went to grab her pillows to go sleep on the couch but accidently knocked over a glass of water on the night stand when she pulled the second pillow off of the bed causing Mort to roll onto his side and stare at her widely.
"You alright?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah, sorry... I just spilled my water when I was trying to adjust my pillows. I didn't mean to wake you up." Sarah replied her heart beating wildly.
Mort nodded and sat up slowly still trying to wake up. "Here, I'll help you clean it up."
"Thanks." She sighed as she watched him walk into the bathroom and grab a towel.
He kneeled down before her and handed her the glass and she set it back on the night stand.
"You really didn't need to help me Mort." She forced a smiled as she looked down at him.
He stood back up and tossed the towel in the hamper then walked back towards her.
"Don't worry about it, Sarah, I still know when you're having a bad day, that hasn't changed." He replied.
It took Sarah a minute to reply to this because she wasn't so sure how to take that. "I know, do you think that I view you now as a completely different person?"
"You do, don't play dumb, you probably weren't even going to sleep with me tonight." He pointed out.
Sarah cleared her throat realizing that he was right, but if there was one this she had learned from psycology and horror movies its that you always want to convince the killer that you think that they are normal and that they have a rational reason for doing what they did.
"Well, Mort, would you sleep with me if I killed my ex husband and wrote a story about you?" She shot back getting a bit angry.
Mort sighed and rubbed at his forehead. "Hmm..."
"Oh please " Sarah rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll go back to my old way of dealing with you, 'it was totally understandable as to why you murdered Amy, Mort, I understand completely. I forgive you. I still love you all the same. I'll embrace you now, while you don't even seem the least bit effected by it.'." She stood there watching his eyes burn into hers. He looked as though he was going to snap, like he was going to pull a gun out of somewhere and shoot her, choke her, punch her, stab her, anything pertaining to brutal violence, all with his piercing eyes. Finally Mort's eyes changed from that excruciating anger to something to so sorrowful that Sarah couldn't believe how fast they had changed. He was mad at himself not her and then reality hit him with the loss of Amy and he hadn't felt that yet and it was just acknowledging that.
A single tear rolled down his cheek and then another. He brought his eyes downward and away from Sarah's ashamed of himself, no doubt.
Sarah stood there still, not so sure how to handle this. She had never seen Mort like this. She had seen him cry before, that was not completely abnormal, it was rare, but that wasn't what she was beside herself by. She was disturbed by the fact that he was throwing his emotions around like a rollercoaster out of hell, she had no idea who this man was anymore, but she knew one thing, this was no longer the man she fell in love with.
Mort continued to cry his head down until sat down on the bed and threw his head in his hands. He wasn't loud but Sarah knew he was in pain. She had never seen him cry that hard in the whole time she's known him. She felt bad, well as bad as she could for him. She sat next to him and carefully placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Mort..." She whispered.
He looked up at her with tears still streaming down his face. "Yeah?"
She paused and looked at him while he sniffed back more tears. "Are you scared?"
"Of what?" He asked.
"Of you?" She swallowed her own tears.
Mort looked away for a moment and then back over at her with fearful eyes. "Yes actually, I am Sarah."