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mp cut through the darkness of
. She dug the heels of her hands into her eyes, trying to rub away
rcing her focus back to the architect
her phone against the marble shat
lit up. Q
ing bass of a nightclub bled through
p with an urgency that made the hairs on Fa
id, her voice raspy fro
r. "My friend just got back from Paris. She was at
opped into the pit of her stomach. Her fingers tighticture,
dripping with venom. "He went to the
Faith's lun
tip snapped, tearing a jagged, ugly black li
rom the phone. Quinn
ly pull the phone away from her ear. The blue
in from a distance, but the
er husband
lders were angled downward, protective and intimate. His large h
Faith had never, not once, receive
ile, flawless smile, was Eveline Craig. The perfect N
ysiological nausea
t. She clamped her free hand over
aty palm. It hit the marble co
ty, cavernous penthouse. No one came running. No
ed device. "He's a piece of trash. Do not let him do t
her throat. She picked up
" she wh
resse
er head, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the glittering,
ater. She had to grip the edge of the cold marble
forced her
ss art she wasn't allowed to touch. She stopped i
. The air inside was
he space was aggressively divided. Hartwell's rows of da
ted to the fa
twenty-inch suitcase. It was the only thing she had brought wi
a strobe light. The dizziness. The drugs in her system. W
convinced she had orchestrated the entir
o believe she was a victim too, his only response had been a ruth
ed out of
ristine white sofa. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping
antique grandfather c
Tick
the m
rature water, setting out two Advil on a napkin, waiting for the sound of the
s around another woman. Giving her the war
s way out of Faith's throat. It w
y, splashing onto the back of her
he dark, letting the saltwater track down her cheeks, m
bled
to a pale, ashen gray. The first sliver of dawn light pie
er stiff limbs
pathetic, lingering sliver of hope. She had believed that if she just loved him enough, he would eventually see her. But that grainy photograph had been the key, unlocking the brutal reality s
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