The CEO Beautiful Regret
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"He told everyone that," Martha said, her voice dropping lower as she reached into her coat pocket. She didn't pull a gun. She pulled a thick white roll of medical gauze and a small blue bottle. "Because if Sterling knew I was alive, he would have looked for you much sooner. We need to move. Sterling's secondary team has local police frequencies."
"I have a sister," I said, looking toward the weeds. "She's in the ferns."
"I know," Martha said. She turned her head toward the ditch. "Come out, Clara. The wolves are gone."