nna
e hung in the sterile air, heavy and sharp. I didn't know
ing pain in my ribs. "Explain.
down heavily, wiping her wet cheeks with the back of her leather sleeve. She glanced nervously at the door, ensuring the bodygua
. "The man outside. His name
"My fiancé? My taste in men c
hing her lips. "For the last seven years, you
ervient to the violent thug outside made my skin crawl. I pushed my pal
to support my back. She carefully arranged the
y hands resting on my lap. These hands felt like they
ny burn marks. Small, faded slices from kitchen knives. They were the hands of someone who spent hours s
my left wrist. "What exactly have I
ay from a master's degree in architecture at Cornell. You dropped
old air. I looked at the scars
Her voice dropped to a frantic whisper. "Sie
"What about it? Gi
ane," Julia said, her voice shaking with residual terro
l brain assumed he unbuckled to shield
second. "He threw himself into
ho the hell
. "The widow of one of his men who died in
dity of the situation washed over me. My fiancé, in the exact m
onto my hospital gown. "It caught fire. Dante kicked
ehind my eyelids. The suffocating, toxic smell of burning rubberwas panting, my chest ri
ith a fire extinguisher and dragged you out, you would
I waited for the heartbreak. I waited for the crushing devastat
k. There was only a co
The fog of the amnesia didn't matter anymore. I
t next to a plastic water cup. The screen was severely cr
it. "Give m
rom the phone to my face.
ed. My voice was low, but i
hard and handed
black screen, seeing the pale, bruised reflection of my own
exactly how
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