DIAMOND HART
He thought of the ring still sitting on her finger somewhere out there in the dark, of their daughter, of a name they'd chosen together only two nights ago, Iris, for a woman who would grow up hearing stories about a grandfather she'd never met.
He thought, with a clarity that terrified him more than anything else that night, that he had never in his life wanted to hurt another human being the way he currently wanted to hurt Michael Adams.
Behind him, Emma had gone to her knees against the eatery's outer wall, sobbing now in a way that felt entirely too late to matter, and the owner had emerged from wherever she'd been hiding, one hand pressed to her mouth in horror at the scene unfolding in
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