My Luna, My Son, My Regret
I watch him warily, and my eyes flick to the crowbar set up against the wall.
All instincts tell me to run for it, and I would have, but a newfound fear as well as desire to protect the little pups growing inside me stops me from making any move.
Dexter moves to the box. He opens it, then pulls out a photograph of two people in it. From the distance, I couldn't tell who they are, until Dex lifted it and showed me.
I squint my eyes to see the photograph better, but when I did I looked back at Dex.
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