ace contorte

fter everything

ils out, aimin

e memory of my own we

her away, not hard, but e

ounter, eyes wide with shoc

want a divorce

er gaze

one

the air b

on faltering. This wasn't

Just...

ny. I agree

nger vanished, replaced by a sacchari

owards me, hands outstretched. "I didn't mea

ouch my arm, b

uture. You need to work harder. Look at Marcus, he's

was so blatant no

lmost la

" I said, my voice flat.

licker of fear, or was it c

ion, Brittany. And I'm not worki