Sarah woke up later that same morning to her alarm clock buzzing. It read 10am, the general time she always set it for when she didn't have to work and didn't have any plans on Sundays. She stretched a bit and found her cell phone underneath her pillow, the alarm clock still buzzing away. She grabbed her cell and shut off the annoying alarm. Looking down at her phone she remembered the conversation she had with Mort earlier that morning and groaned. She checked to see if she had any missed calls or voice mails but there weren't any. She debated upon calling him and checking on him but she didn't want to bother him and she also didn't want to start anything deeper into this side of Mort. She figured she had told him to call her if something came up and that was enough. She groaned again and continued to fight with herself so she tossed her cell phone back on the night stand and refused to look at it unless it rang again.
She continued her usual Sunday morning routine which consisted of taking care of everything in the apartment that she didn't have time to do during the week, such as over due laundry, paying a few bills, picking up her room and general house cleaning. She was done with her chores by 1:30pm and finally had time to sit down and read Mort's story. She sat on her bed and after many knitted eyebrows, laughs, angry cigarette breaks, shared views, and several tears she had finally made her decision by 7pm.
Mort's story was in fact a love story just as he had promised. It was a tale like his and Sarah's own lives, only he had changed the names of the characters and a bit of their background information otherwise, the story was pretty much a carbon copy of their lives. It dealt with an author and a woman who fell in love with him and her lost pregnancy and his mental issues along with him murdering his ex wife. The twist was that the story was told from Mort's perspective and through it Sarah more than a look into his heart, she got a good look into his mind and the what he had to have been feeling and thinking when he killed Amy. It still didn't make sense to her but the point to the story was that it really didn't make 100% of sense to Mort himself and that Sarah could not grasp and understand. It was Mort who had murdered Amy it was in fact "someone" else as Mort liked to put it, another part of him, another alter ego, another side of him that himself wasn't aware even existed until it surfaced. Sarah understood now and she felt bad for Mort and she was willing to help him but only if he was willing to help himself and in the story it seemed like he was. The ending left off on note where Mort himself had planned, only because he knew he'd be giving it to Sarah first to "proof read it", it ended with Sarah's character reading the story that Mort's character had written to her (as Mort had written her the story in real life, yet again more parallels) and with her tossing it into her fireplace saying, "The hell to the past, I want another future..." and that was end... the end of the story...
Sarah plopped backward onto her pillows, resting the papers on her stomach. She stared at the ceiling and thought about her initial decision again. She sighed loudly and set the papers next to her. Just then her phone rang again.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Pardon me, but are involved Mr. Rainey?" A strange female voice asked over the other line.
Sarah's heart nearly stopped.
"May I ask who is inquiring?" Sarah questioned.
"My name is Kimberly Peters, I'm head of the New York Police Depart and I have a few questions to ask you Miss. Howard."
Sarah nearly fell off her bed.
"Alright... is he okay?"
"He's fine." She replied.
Sarah held the phone back as she nervously took in a deep breath.
"Good."
"So, do you think it's possible for you to come in and answer a few questions?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's not a problem. When would like for me to come in?" Sarah replied.
"ASAP." She answered.
"Alright."
"And get your stories straight, we haven't all day." She said.
Sarah's heart speed up. "Stories? I don't even know what this is about."
Sheriff Peters sighed and replied, "I just don't like people who dance around the bush is all I'm saying."
"Okay, so when I get there, just ask for you?"
"Yes. Just go to the front and put in my name, Kimberly Peters, Sheriff."
"Alright, I'll see you ASAP."
"Goodbye." Sheriff Peters hung up before Sarah could return.