Ex-Wife's Revenge
Her scream—high, thin, and absolutely terrified—detonated inside my eardrums, a sound that instantly surpassed the pain in my arm.
“Enough!” The single roar tore my throat raw, tasting of salt and fury.
A well-placed, low kick sent Prison Tattoo sprawling, choking on the flung sand.
“Call 911!” I barked at a frozen family clutching brightly colored boogie boards. The father fumbled ineptly with his iPhone, his toddler wailing, the scene a perfect picture of helpless suburban horror.
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