picture was sharp and clear. David and Chloe, clinking champagne glasses at a table in the city's most

see it fo

re laughing, their heads close together. Chloe was telling a story, her hands animated. Dav

unsteady. A waiter tried to s

ile vanished from his face

re, Sarah?" he hissed,

e trembling. "You're celebratin

he ordered. "You're stal

"Our daughter is dead, and you

id, his eyes cold and hard. "You're dest

"David, darling," she cooed, "don't let her

e put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a

nd pulled out a small, velvet box. He opened it. Inside was

oftly to Chloe, "for every

d to endure burying her. What had Chloe endured? A few

h, David. It's beautiful." She held out her

n the cheek. A real, lingering kiss, right there

tarting to stare. I cou

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nk it's hi

oks unh

was constricting around it. I couldn't breathe. The faces a

ve out. The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me was D

erile smell of antiseptic. A hospital. A thin blanket was

new message. An

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swam befor

to handle your emotions better. By the way, the bracelet is st

to stifle a sob. It was

t just a taunt. I