The plan was to catch him; to ensnare him into my web of deceit and then let the chips fall where they may.

Plans aren't always fool proof.

There is always the possibility of something going wrong, but I never thought this would go downhill so quickly.

I didn't think he had changed in the few decades since I last saw him.

I was taught at an early age that leopards never changed their spots, but in his case, I was wrong.

So wrong that it almost cost an innocent man his life.

Time has been on his side.

As I stand here in his room getting dressed after our last night together, the woman I see in the mirror staring back at me isn't one I'm proud of.

I need to fix this before shit hits the fan.

Otherwise, the man laying in that bed only has a few hours to live.

And I don't think I can live with myself if that happens.

After taking a last peek at his sleeping form, I leave him and pray I'll be able to see him again.

I can't take his life, and by protecting it, I may lose my own.