Passion or Revenge
Her voice broke off as a lone tear raced down her cheek.
I felt terrible for her, first her best friend and now her fiancé, she really was looking forward to marrying him.
“Mark was in bed with a gunshot whole in the middle of his head,” more tears flowed.
I stilled in my seat, as a new wave of chill that had nothing to do with the cold weather, engulfed my skin. I placed a hand over hers, giving her cold hands a reassuring squeeze, not that it solves anything.
Leila had been right the first time we should leave this alone, it was too dangerous, especially for me.
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