Atticus
Taking a deep breath is even more impossible and I struggle for sips of air.
After a second or two, the pain eases up and I'm able to pull up my heavy head. I watch as Atticus approaches, prowling toward me like a big, ghostly cat. I struggle to get to my feet, but stumble back, hitting my head hard against the wall. I feel warm blood roll down my neck.
I'm beaten and he knows it.
CHAPTER 52
** Brad **
Man to Man
"You had a chance to leave, yet you chose to stay," Atticus says, looking genuinely curious. "Do you love her?"
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