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Idaho, was quiet, peaceful, and completely off the map. Miamor completely understood why it had been chosen. It was where you would go to run from your past. It only existed to its own residents. Outsiders had no knowledge of the place whatsoever. She secretly wished that she could find a place that she could run away to with her family. How nice it would be to leave it all behind. Solace. She watched as children rode their bikes up and down the paved streets. The houses all matched. The lawns were perfectly manicured as automatic sprinklers swished sounds of home ownership into the air. Miamor saw no sign of trouble, no sign of drugs, guns, murder. There was absolutely no mayhem on these Idaho streets . . . just good people, living normal, safe lives. Must be nice, she thought. She exited the car and hesitated as a car passed her on the street. The driver smiled and waved. People are friendly here, she thought as she waved back. She crossed the street and approached the house that sat on the end of the block. It was beautiful and well taken care of with flowers planted around the perimeter of the large country porch. The creaking of a swing whistled in the wind as a little boy sat with shoulder length dreadlocks, rocking slowly as he played with toy trains. He kicked his feet joyously as the swing creaked with every movement.
    Miamor gasped at the sight of him and then her heart filled with warmth.
    â€œHi,” she greeted. “Is your mom home?”
    The boy stopped swinging and on cue the front door opened with a gun immediately pointed at her face. The mother inside was so on point that she knew that an intruder had interrupted her son’s habitual swaying back and forth. Miamor stared down the barrel of a .357.
    â€œMiamor?” a voice of disbelief rang out, but the recognition didn’t cause the gun to lower. It was aimed at her, steady, unflinching, and ready.
    â€œHello Aries,” Miamor greeted. Aries held the gun firmly in her grasp as she stared into the eyes of a cold-blooded killer. Miamor was the devil in a dress and she hesitated before she decided to take a chance and lower the gun. Confusion filled her eyes.
    â€œMiamor . . .” Her brow furrowed.
    The little boy stood up and ran to his mother, clinging to her leg. Aries peeled her son off of her. “Go to your room sweetheart. Lock the door and watch cartoons,” she instructed, her voice stern.
    The little boy nodded and disappeared inside of the house.
    â€œYou think I’m going to hurt you? I would never bring harm to you Aries. You’re my friend.” Miamor’s voice didn’t reveal the stab of anguish she felt in her heart. If her own friend feared her, she must have been a monster. How did it come to this? she thought.
    â€œYeah well I thought you were dead and I don’t let my guards down these days . . . for anyone. Even friends,” Aries replied.
    Miamor looked down at her body. “I’m wearing Prada and five inch heels Aries. You really think I came to put in work looking like a super model?”
    Aries icy demeanor chipped away a little bit and she smirked. “Bitch nobody said you look like a super model. I see we’re still arrogant huh?” Aries cracked. Her face melted into a smile. “You look great for a dead woman,” she cracked. Aries put the gun on safety and embraced Miamor. “You have a lot of explaining to do,” she said.
    â€œI know,” Miamor replied. “Are you going to invite me in?”
    Aries stepped back into the house and Miamor followed.
    â€œI’m proud of you,” Miamor admitted as she looked around the home. Everything was in its place. Modest, but extremely beautiful, Aries house felt like a real family lived in it. Plush carpet absorbed her feet, beautiful venetian blinds shaded the windows, while leather furniture sat on top of an opulent French rug. A stab of jealousy vibrated through her, but it only lasted for a