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How To Love A Murderer. The Push
Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two: The Push Ian and Lily walked out of Elena's apartment building in the late afternoon, Ian carrying a bag of groceries he'd helped bring in. Lily skipped ahead, her little legs full of that endless energy only kids have, completely oblivious to the weight her father carried in his chest.By evening they were buckled into the car, Ian's hands steady on the wheel even as his mind churned in a thousand different directions. Elena had been struggling hard this pregnancy, even worse than with Lily, and Ian had spent the afternoon helping her organize, cleaning up, making sure she had food she could actually keep down. It was the least he could do.Lily bounced in the back seat, her usual endless energy on full display. "Daddy? What's wrong with Mama?"Ian glanced in the rearview mirror at those grey eyes, curious and concerned in the way only children can be when they sense something they don't understand. "She's just tired, bug. Grown-up stuff."Lily
How To Love A Murderer. I Would Never Lose To You.
Chapter One Hundred and Forty One: I Would Never Lose To You. Morning light streamed through the windows, warm and golden, the kind of light that made everything feel possible. Lily sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast with the single-minded focus of a child who had discovered that jam on toast was the greatest invention ever. Ian watched her from across the table, his hand moving unconsciously to his pocket where the passports sat heavy against his thigh.He'd made up his mind. He was going to Sweden with Zhedya. Him and Lily. A new life and a fresh start.He thought about Zhedya's words, about Miller circling like a shark, about Elena working against them. None of it mattered anymore. They were leaving.Lily looked up, catching him staring with those grey eyes. "Daddy, why are you looking at me like that?"Ian smiled, warm and real. "I was just thinking, bug. How would you like to go on an adventure?"Lily's eyes went impossibly wide. "An adventure? Like the ones in my stor
How To Love A Murderer. Positive Lines.
Chapter One Hundred and Forty: Positive Lines. A plain package sat on the kitchen counter. No return address or identifying marks. Just a box that had arrived that morning with a delivery guy who shrugged and left. Ian stared at it like it might explode.He turned it over in his hand to find nothing. Just his name printed in neat letters.He opened it carefully.Inside were two passports. One for him and another for Lily.He flipped through his…new photo. Everything was there, perfect and complete. His hands started shaking.A small note fluttered out…he caught it."Trust me, Angel. This is for us. - Z"Ian stared at the words, heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.Sweden.Zhedya wanted them to go to Sweden. He was planning something, moving pieces on a board Ian couldn't see. Pieces Ian didn't even know existed."What are you thinking?" Ian whispered to the empty room. "What are you planning?"He looked at the passports again. New names. New lives. New country.Wa
How To Love A Murderer. Being Better For Love
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine: Being Better For Love The kiss turned deeper, hungrier, like they were trying to crawl inside each other’s skin. Ian’s hands shook as he shoved at Zhedya’s shirt, desperate to feel warm skin under his palms again. Zhedya helped him, yanking the fabric over his head and tossing it somewhere in the dark. Then his big hands were on Ian…pulling him closer, sliding under the thin tank top Ian slept in, rough fingertips dragging up his spine.Ian broke the kiss just long enough to rip his own shirt off, throwing it away like it offended him. Their bare chests crashed together, skin on skin, and Ian let out this broken little sound he couldn’t hold back.Zhedya flipped them in one smooth move so Ian was straddling his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side. The sheets were already twisted from earlier, but now they were a mess under them. Moonlight slipped through the half-open curtains, painting silver stripes across Zhedya’s che
How To Love A Murderer. You Sound Like Him.
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight: You Sound Like Him. The judge's words still echoed in Ian's mind, bouncing around his skull like they might never leave."There is no evidence of endangerment. No proof that the mother's claims about the father's new partner have any merit. Custody remains with the father. Visitation rights to the mother as previously established."Ian had sat there in the courtroom, hands clasped together so tight his knuckles went white, not daring to breathe. Beside him, his lawyer had squeezed his arm…a small gesture of victory. Across the room, Elena's lawyer had looked defeated, shuffling papers like they might somehow change the outcome.Elena herself had looked like she might explode. Her eyes had burned into Ian throughout the entire proceeding, full of something that looked a lot like hatred.Now Ian walked out of the courtroom, shoulders straight, relief and exhaustion written all over his face. The sun felt too bright and the world felt too loud. H
How To Love A Murderer. Radio Silence
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Seven: Radio Silence It was evening. The kind of quiet that feels wrong, heavy, like the silence before something bad happens. Ian sat on the couch, phone in hand, staring at a blank screen. Days had passed…No calls…No texts..but silence from Zhedya. Five days since Zhedya got in that taxi. Five days has passed since he promised to call every day. Ian's phone had stayed silent. He had called dozens of times, all sent straight to voicemail every single time. Texted and still nothing. He even checked the news from Sweden, scrolling through articles he couldn't read, looking for anything that might explain the silence. Nothing. It was like Zhedya had vanished into thin air. Lily asked every morning. "When is Zhedya coming back?" Ian lied every time. "Soon, bug. He calls when you're asleep. He says he misses you." Lily believed him. Children always believe which made it worse. Ian couldn't do it anymore, he dialed Elijah. Elijah picked up on
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