come true.
If he knew I was finally getting what was coming to me, he’d be thrilled.
Coming out of the police station, I looked up
at the bright sun.
And felt a wave of dizziness.
I reached out to steady myself.
And grabbed someone’s hand.
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Ice–cold.
My heart skipped a beat.
Looking up, I saw the disgust on Connor’s
face.
It stung.
I dropped his hand. “Sorry, I…”
Before I could finish, he pulled out a
sanitizing wipe.
And scrubbed the spot where I’d touched him.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
Join the bookshelf
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He really hated me that much.
“Ginger, you always were good at using
people.”
His voice dripped with sarcasm.
I flinched.
In his eyes, I’d used his dad’s kindness.
Used him for protection.
Now I was using Mrs. Davison’s goodwill to
get to him.
Guess I was a real piece of work.
く
“Connor…”
Before I could say anything else, I felt a
trickle on my nose.
Blood.
I clapped a hand over it, tipping my head
back.
Wouldn’t want to stain my clothes.
Connor gave me a withering look.
His phone rang.
He turned away to answer it.
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I still needed to talk to him about my funeral
arrangements.
But not like this.
