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Six Years Paying For A Ghost

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 993    |    Released on: Today at 14:07

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the water cooler, tappin

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ish," I said, and

ssed the keys up, and

the checkbook? Leather

thousand, Bryson," I said.

, her face arranging itself in

poor Kinsley wouldn't have blinked. She would have bought her brothe

ed office all day while my s

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and dollars. Seven

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gotiate a better price?"

by Friday morning, and the funds cleared

Donald nodded with s

into the cool

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Six Years Paying For A Ghost
Six Years Paying For A Ghost
“That rainy night I was in a car wreck with my stepsister. Only I came out alive. Kinsley vanished in that pileup, and I became the scapegoat the whole city could point at, carrying all of it. Then yesterday, a routine audit at work turned up the truth - she never died. I followed the trail to her new address and found her living in a house with a yard. Beside her were my fiancé and their three-year-old daughter. In the children's photography studio she runs, my father and stepmother were laughing over coffee, dressed in things my salary paid for. Then the fiancé who had postponed our wedding again and again to make me "atone" walked in and bent down to kiss Kinsley. "Daddy!" the little girl crowed, and threw herself into his arms. For six years they watched me drive a car that stalled at every light and hand over eighty percent of my income every month to pay down their debts. They turned my survivor's guilt into a business. They let me believe I was a killer, and bled me dry to fund a life they could never show anyone. I didn't scream. I didn't walk in and confront them. Instead I quietly accepted the executive posting to London, liquidated every apartment in my name, and drove the engagement ring straight through Kinsley's smiling face in that photograph.”