Mona stopped. “I gotta pee! That matcha crap goes right through me.”
They found some tall grass, and Julie walked away for privacy. She stooped to admire a vivid wildflower when she heard her friend shriek.
Mona was yanking up her leggings and pointing a trembling finger at the ground.
Julie turned and recognized the spa’s yoga instructor, a bloody knife in her throat.
“Omigosh! Julie yelled, “Call 911. Tell them she’s in corpse pose.”