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Gun in Vanessa’s Hand

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For one suspended second, even the rain seemed to hesitate.

Vanessa stood beneath the headlights in a dark coat, her hair damp at the edges, her wound hidden beneath careful posture as if pain had been postponed for purpose.

The gun in her hand did not shake.

That frightened Daniel more than if it had.

Because trembling would have meant fear.

Steadiness meant decision.

Vanessa Cole

Daniel moved first.

Not toward cover.

Toward her.

“Vanessa.”

His voice carried disbelief more than warning.

Helena
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