arpent
was no
ncrete room. The next, I was... nothing. A wisp of
evastation. A crater in the floor, blackened walls, and
of peace washed over me. The constant, aching weight of trying to be enough for Arth
ver in a world I no longer belonged to. Time seemed to have no
t, then stronger, drawing me back to the epicenter
with the first wave of
ional detachment. He was here as an architect, a consultant for the city on structur
asked the lead detectiv
omb was strapped right to her. Messy," the
is expensive shoes crunching on the debris. He looked down at the sc
hope flickering within me. A stupid, huma
He' ll see something, a piece of my favorite blue
sed facade will shatter, and he will finally, finally
4. Professional job. The blast was directed inwards, minimizing structur
metal. "See that? The casing is mili
t what was left of me again. He saw a crime scene, a puzzle to
e. He didn' t even co
was just a nuisance who had been pulling a "dramatic stunt" a few days ago. I was an inconve
llecting what was left of me. They placed the fragments into a bod
a spectral passenger on my own final j
inct, his best friend and colleague, K
ia?" Kadin asked,
ecked. Probably a hundred missed calls and a novel' s worth
ling me in this cold, dark reality. I w
ged. "She sounded genuinely scared when her father
ling out his phone. "She' s punishing me b
nd I saw my last texts to
But I was pregnant. You
eet again. In thi
existent heart pounding. Th
often with grief or shoc
muttered, his thumb h
it?" Ka
s voice dripping with disgust. "Sinking to new depth
The call, of course
ne off to complete the drama," he seethed. "Well,
tream of vicious words aimed at
umber. He deleted my contact. He erased me from h
creeping void. The last vestiges of the girl who loved Arthur Thompson died
would ever love me. Now, I gave up the gh
I was forced to watch as the medical examin
ipboard in his hand, ready to a
atch the man I had loved, the man whose indifference had signed
ide me, but no sound came out. I was