ALMS TO LOVE
Charles exhaled, his eyes heavy, his jaw tight with restraint.
“Not tonight,” he whispered.
Fiona nodded.
“No,” she replied softly.
"Not tonight."
But the air between them crackled
and nothing about them would ever return to what it was.
MEANWHILE — IN A MOTEL THAT SMELLS OF CHEAP BLEACH AND ROTTING CARPET
Marie Drams sat on a thin mattress, knees pulled to her chest, and was shaking violently.
The TV flickered in front of her
cheap, static-filled, but clear enough to show the replay of the press conference.
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