TITLE: Authentic Terrorist
GENRE: Women's Contemporary Fiction--Suspense
How was I to know--how was anyone to know--that I would be one to fall in love with a man who would become a terrorist? How would I be able to distinguish if he and his friends were actually terrorists? Constantly doubting myself. Did I hear them correctly? I have played their conversation repeatedly in my mind. Listening for anything I could have missed. Surely their talk of an attack didn't refer to an actual attack? Asthma attack? Attack a project? So many times have I listened to remembered words that I didn't even know if I were remembering them correctly. One day I would be convinced that I really did hear about an attack; the next I would doubt myself. All the tension and memories and sneaking, I could never really believe this was happening to me. At times I thought I was insane. I still have a difficult time believing what happened.
After settling down on the sofa for several hours of examining bridal magazines for wedding ideas, designs, and tips, my fiance Toby bursts into the room, "Hey, Jordan. I'm glad you're here. I need you to arrange a plate of snacks for the guys." He hands me the fake crystal plate. Why couldn't he have done this earlier? They're his friends, not mine. "They're coming over soon, and I'd like to have something for them--we'll be meeting for awhile.