Start Over Without You
"I promise you, I'll give you my identity."
The autumn wind howled, sweeping up a blanket of fallen leaves. After saying those words, Margaret Chapman crushed the glowing tip of her cigarette, her voice cold and detached.
"You won't forget the deal you made with me, right?"
On the other end of the line, a low chuckle rang out. "Sure, no problem. Now, about my identity—"
"I don't want it," Margaret interrupted, her tone even. "If Gavin asks, just tell him I'm dead—if he asks, that is."
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