To Hell With Him
Wren waited a moment, then laughed mockingly.
"Finally learning to have some dignity, are you? Don't worry, I can be generous. I'll let my son call you 'Mom,' too. That should make up for your regrets about not being able to have children."
"Wren Kirk, you're courting death," Luther growled through clenched teeth.
There was a stunned silence on the other end. A few seconds later, Wren's trembling voice returned.
"Luther, it's not what you think. It's… it's Cally! She started it by cursing me out first. I— I'm the victim here…
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