THE TRIGGER~CLAIRE'S POV~The library smelled mostly like old paper and a hint of something like death nearby."Richard," I said, stepping into the room.He didn't lower the gun. It was still pointed directly at Monica's forehead. Her eyes were wide, streaming tears, her makeup streaked like paint gone wrong."Stay back, Claire," Richard warned, his voice cracking. "I have to do this. It's the only way to fix it.""Claire, get behind me," Alexander ordered, his hand reaching for his own weapon."No." I pushed Alexander's hand down. I stepped in front of him, making myself the barrier between the men. "I'm doing this.""Claire.....""I know him," I whispered to Alexander, not taking my eyes off Richard. "Let me talk to him."I took a slow step toward my ex-husband. I looked at the man I had once promised to love forever, the man who was now trembling with the weight of a silver revolver."Killing her isn't worth it, Richard," I said softly. "Look at you. You're shaking. You aren't a k
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