Heather panicked.
Had anything like this ever happened before?
Everyone was going to think she had murdered him. Sure, they wouldn’t be able to find the body, but would it really matter?
Even if they didn’t, they’d find out about their affair. It had been completely above board. He hadn’t been her student in two years and they didn’t start seeing each other until three months ago.
She grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and stopped halfway between the kitchen and her bedroom. She squashed the air out of the bag and threw it into the trash can.
Heather sat on the end of the bed and wept.
When she couldn’t cry any more, she breathed a deep sigh.
Dust poured out of her nostrils and gathered into the form of Jerry, naked and curled up on the ground.
She squealed and he jerked and turned to face her.
“Is everything ok, dear?”
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