Seven Years, A Shattered Promise

ions" exploded in green numbers. I stood in the crowd, a ghost she couldn't see, having spent seven yea

e widened, one I knew for magazine covers, never reaching her eyes. "The rumors are true," she

d in with Ethan Hayes. "I made that soup for him," she whispered, pointing to the stove. "His stomach is sensitive. You're a survivor, Alex. You'll

offered as payment for seven years of my life. She thought everything had a price. As she fielded a call about flower o

ace she wore, then gave to him. The rage solidified into something colder. "Keep your mo