The clubhouse was quiet. Too quiet.Scarlett was still sound asleep, curled up under blankets with the kind of exhaustion only fear could carve into a kid. I should’ve been able to breathe knowing my kids were safe. But instead, I paced the hall like a caged animal, my ribs aching, throat raw, fists still itching for blood. “You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor.” Laura’s voice was soft but steady behind me. I turned, and there she was — hair loose, blue eyes watching me like she could see every crack in my armor. “I can’t shut it off,” I muttered. My voice sounded like gravel. “DeLuca’s face… Scarlett’s hands on that gun…” She stepped closer, her hand brushing my jaw. “Then let me shut it off for you.”
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