Before Her Heart Was Taken
Tiffany's soul hovered overhead.
She watched them rip her heart out—still dripping—and stuff it into a cooler. Destination? Velmont City, Dalvona. For the same girl who'd sold her to traffickers in Nyamara.
Outside the OR, Hector stood there, eyes all soft.
His assistant called. "Mr. Coxon, we've located Ms. Talwyn. Want me to send someone?"
Hector didn't blink. "Don't bother. A girl like that deserves to die."
The surgical light flipped green. A doctor strolled out. "Congrats, Mr. Coxon. Surgery went smooth. Ms. Pusey and the baby are doing great!"
Hector started crying happy tears.
This was the man she had loved for ten years.