DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK
I answered, my heart pounding, my hands trembling as I stepped away from the kids’ laughter.
“Talk to me, Tom,” I said, my voice low, my eyes burning.
Tom’s pulse was steady, his throat burning as he spoke, his heart resolute.
“Austin’s being transferred to a hospital,” he said, his voice low. “My guy couldn’t keep him in prison—he’s too sick. But Lucas, it’s done. Within two days, the ricin will finish him.”
My pulse quickened, my throat easing as a dark satisfaction surged, my heart thudding with finality, my eyes blazing.
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