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I was fed up with going here and there, I wanted to go home to finish my experiments. We were in North America for three weeks, we saw the Mara Salvatrucha again at their US headquarters. They taught us about safe-breaking again, we visited our sister even though she didn't want to see us, mom spent fifteen minutes with me before the phone rang and she had to leave. At the end of the week we were ready to go home. Finally !

"My son, we know we're to blame, but after three years with no word, can't you give us a chance to right our wrongs?" "A chance to right wrongs?" Elena Lynch, standing by my side, cut in sharply.

It had all our rare moments together over the last three years. There was footage of Blake patiently training me under the moonlight, our first hunting trip when he protected me, and the first time he gave me a birthday gift. When I thought of all that and as I watched what was supposed to be my farewell turn into their celebration, my chest ached. I wondered if Blake even remembered that this was the last event I would ever plan for the pack. While he was getting cozy with Wendy, did it ever cross his mind that we still had three days left before the contract ended and our bond officially broke?

Sienna I want to continue arguing. I wanna say that we at least had a fight. But Killer has other plans. He wants to leave, and to be honest, I have to go. We’ve been here for three days. Three days longer than we had to stay. We’ve been around every Satan Sniper’s Clubhouse across the States. We’ve been to New York, Los Angeles. Our places to stay are dwindling, and fast. We both know they’re coming for us. Not just the Frankfurt’s. Not just…

Every scenario that I could think of just ended in humiliation. “I don’t know,” I whispered, finally giving up. “I’ll figure it out soon. But right now… I really just want to sleep.” Amara glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight. “Shit—yeah, we still have work tomorrow,” she muttered. She stepped forward and wrapped me in one last tight hug. “You have me, okay? Always. If he refuses responsibility, then I’ll still be here. You and that little pea in your tummy won’t go through this alone.”

Those three days came and went, and I couldn't even find the strength to call that lie out. My fingertip slid over his name on my contacts list, and the six years of our past together flashed through my mind like a quick little movie. The night he confessed in the rain, drenched to the bone. Our scrappy startup days in a crammed rental, sharing one bowl of instant mac and cheese. The way he lifted me and spun me when he landed his first contract. Frame after frame flashed by until it froze on Ruby in my pajamas, her arm linked with Kyle's.

I noticed the name on her screen, and I smiled. "Get to work. We're not in a hurry to arrange the wedding." Lauren left the office, but as a token of apology, she turned around. Solemnly, she promised, "I'll see you at the old home tomorrow." She did not. I was on the couch at the old home, scrolling through my phone. … T-minus, 12 hours. My news app showed me some local news. Felix showed himself at a new project, and Lauren was standing right behind him.

Tammy seemed stunned into silence, unable to answer for a long time. Mom's impatience boiled over. She shouted at Tammy, "Tell me right now! Say it, and you can come back to the Porter household, take care of Rachel, and live like you used to." Unable to hold back, Tammy began to weep. "Madam… Miss Cassidy is no longer here. After that bone marrow transplant three years ago, she came here, and within a month… she vomited blood and died." "Lies!" Mom snatched the water bottle and poured my ashes into the toilet, flushing them away.

He can't finish. "Waiting for proof we could use in court," Chen finishes. "Incontrovertible evidence. Multiple felonies on federal recording. He's going away forever. This time for real." She leaves. Gives us space. Cleanup crew arrives. Starts processing the scene. And Damien and I stand there. In the ruins of our romantic reunion. Understanding. It's over. Really over. Richard's done. We're safe. Finally safe. "Three nights left," Damien says. "Two," I correct. "That was Night Eighteen. Only two more."

It was breaking them. On the final day, the room felt different. Ava lay quietly, her breathing slower now. Weaker. Everyone was there. Dave sat on one side, holding her tiny hand. Lisha on the other, brushing her hair gently. Gladys stood behind them, silently praying. Mr Wellis stood near the window, his head lowered. Ava opened her eyes slightly. “Mommy…” “I’m here, my love,” Lisha said, her voice trembling. “Daddy…” Dave leaned closer, tears already falling. “I’m right here.”