He Murdered Our Son, I Faked My Death

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rt. "He's gone.

was steel.

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orchestrating this, e

gone. He wan

ayed in my head. "T

paym

A monstrous, co

ing unreadable in his eyes, then quickly loo

sure no one disturbs me.

ith the hum of the machines

e attack, Leo...

r life, the one I wa

was an obstacle. My ability to hav

"Just a little more pain relief

ed for that,

while he plotted t

a bitter tas

metallic tang of blood a small, sharp

y quiet. I h

t, innocent fiv

By his o

at his child, his own flesh and blood, and

as a distant throbbing compared to

escape, hot ag

d, and despite my resistance, the darknes