DANTE'S POV
Finn's words seemed to echo endlessly in my head. There was no humour in his tone, no trace of malice or lies.
He wasn’t the kind of man to twist stories for the sake of drama, especially not about Linda. But this? This was too much to wrap my head around.
“Are you really sure this is true?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.
Finn nodded, his expression serious. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” He leaned against the wall, his shoulders slumping. “Right after Ralph died, her baby didn’t make it either. That’s not a coincidence, Dante. It’s hard not to suspect that this was all part of her plan.”
The burden of his words hung between us, heavier than anything I had ever carried before.
Linda? Linda, the woman who I thought I knew better than anyone? Could she really be capable of this? Could she…Goddess help me…be ruthless enough to kill her own child?
I shook my head, trying to push the thought away, but it clung to me like smoke. “No. No, I can’t believe that.”
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