Forty (Choose)Melinda screamed past the ringing in her ears as she watched the love of her life tumble on the floor, his fingers still trying to fight the effect of the drug. Her freed hands stayed frozen behind her while she watched his blood soak his shirt as he collapsed on the ground.She stayed frozen still, as Xavier picked him up. He tried to move his lips, but he couldn't. Her eyes moved to his shoulder. The bullet wound was somewhere between his collarbone and shoulder. His eyes were unfocused when he tried to glance at her. Melinda gulped down another sob, understanding that even at that moment, his eyes were warm, his eyes told her he loved her, even in the end. But this didn't have to be the ending. This was not how she would want her love story to end, or her fight for freedom, or her fight for her family, for Sam, for peace. No, she wouldn't let it end like this. She let her hands stay put behind her, like she didn't just shrug off the binds from her wrist, or flex he
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