Stardust to Ashes
"Let her find out if she wants. If it comes to that, I'll take the fall. At least I've saved enough to ensure she'll live a rich life."
His tone was disturbingly calm, as if discussing the forecast.
"Cameron, I just don't get you. Whatever—there's no reasoning with you…"
Their voices faded.
Footsteps approached—the sharp click of leather shoes against tile.
Panicked, I turned to leave—but my skirt snagged on the shelf.
The scalding coffee in my hand sloshed over my white dress, seeping through the fabric and burning my skin.
The pain was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the raw, jagged hole splitting open in my chest.
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