Lucky in Love
Anger and pure hatred.
“Here in Las Vegas,” Lindsay began, her voice low but sharp, “it’s full of opportunistic people. They wait for an opportunity to climb, to win, to take what isn’t theirs.” She took a faltering step toward Karen. “I hate those people. But there’s one type of person I hate more.”
Karen waited, her heart racing.
“It’s the nice ones,” Lindsay continued, each word a stab. “The ones who feign empathy just to watch you suffer up close. The ones who offer help with that fake smile while rooting for you to fall.”
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