His Secret, Her Doom: A Silent Betrayal

. It was a small, quiet town where the air was

ean and bright. It was a free clinic, serving the poo

es and supplies. The work was simple, grounding. For the first time

from up north, recovering from a tragedy. They brought food to the clinic, sha

d no questions about my past. But he

ping him clean up, he not

urt?" he a

odd

"I specialize in toxicology. Sometimes, c

then agreed.

ofessional and reassuring. After a few minute

came to me with a

specific, very sophisticated drug designed to paralyze the vocal cords without causing other systemic damage.

but hearing it confirmed by a doctor, heari

ink I can reverse it. I' ve seen something similar in a research paper. It will

possibility of getting my voice back, my real

orate thief who had stolen sensitive documents from Scott Industries. They used a digit

king a leave of absence. He was relocating his base of operations to Louisiana, citing a sud

ie. A flim

coming

ing for his drug. The one thing that could soothe the trauma that haunted his sleep. A trauma I was beginning to understand was linked t

ce hardened. "He' s not coming for a

my notepad,

out of here," he s

was t

o Belle Reve, their tinted windows like the eyes

looked thinner, his face pale and drawn, b

window. A slow, triumphant

d fou