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Two Pink Lines Too Late

Autor: Oma
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-04-27 22:18:01

KIER'S POV:

I feel something hot and sharp rise up in my chest. Anger. It has to be anger. It cannot be anything else. Because if it is not anger, then it might be fear, and I do not do fear. I have never done fear. I am the one who brings fear to people and not the other way round.

"She was pregnant," Frank says.

My blood turns to ice.

"What?"

"Your wife. Celestine. She was three months pregnant when she left you. She terminated the pregnancy at a clinic in Connecticut after she filed for divo
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