The Bullet I Took For You
g is a blur of fake smile
who stuck by him, are all here. His former partner, Dave,
bastard. Gabby's the best thi
s the room. The love in his gaze is so real, so c
I remembe
han insists I try on t
ct," he says, his hands caref
. The silk is cool against my skin, the lace intricate and fragile. He
ts, his voice thick w
profound it makes me sick with guilt. This is the man I wrote into
buzzes urgently on the nightstand. The scr
something-annoyance? concern?-c
again. A
stands up. "So
low. "Annie? What's wrong? ...Sl
again-sharp, focused, all his attention zeroed
t there. Don't m
rmination. "I'm sorry, Gabby. It's an emergency. Annabel.
r, his mind already at the guesthouse. In his haste, h
rr
violent in the quiet room. A lon
out the door, his footsteps pounding
my reflection. The ripped lace is a perfect symbol
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