My Mysterious Mate
"Lincoln, do something! Please, she can't die! Not like this."
"She's already dead," Lincoln said, his voice cold. He let his daughter's limp body fall back to the ground as if she weighed nothing, his eyes never leaving her pale, lifeless face.
Before Lincoln could say another word, his wife reacted violently. With a guttural scream, she shoved him aside, reaching for the dagger that had fallen from his hand.
Lincoln's eyes widened in horror as well as mine as we saw his wife plunge the blade deep into her own stomach.
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