open and strode

, idly filing her nails, t

nto that perfect, innocent smile

ice dripping with syrup. "

commanded, m

ha

tore from my throat

ing the nail file.

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ded on impact. Bank statements. Police reports

l I loomed over her. "The 'charity' money you needed for your

, her eyes widening with feig

alcone guy you ran over. I read the original p

d. The color drai

lethal whisper. "You ran him over twice. You backed up

ed, her mask finally slipping.

. Silence stretched,

man because

nt seven years

a shredded sketchbook. Her face was pal

face had been violently scratched

at her. I didn't see a fragile flo

," I said. "You told me she wanted

inst the headboard. "She never loved you! She

aid, my tone icy. "You ju

hing ugly, something monstrous. "She was always the smart one! The talented one! T

steel called to me. It took every ounce o

d her dead

spittle flying from her lips.

I heard I

old. Broken. As if the weight of his d

arco said, his voi