Tethered Spirit: Bound To My Murderer Husband

o should have been saving him was likely ch

limp against my chest. But the person blocking the sliding doors

sperate, rain-soake

th your drama," she his

. My son died on the cold tiles of the entrance. My h

t even look at our faces. He crumpled up the note I ha

"She uses the kid as an excus

his own dead son

m by an unbreakable chain. I watched him laugh with the woman who kill

e date of birth. Until he found the broken locket

ng into the dark, begging for a

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a

o should have been saving him was likely ch

gn of the Emergency Room. Jeremy was heavy, a dead weight against my ches

baby. Just brea

e, but the screen remained a stubborn, black mirror.

this hospital. I knew who worked here. Benedict had mentioned it once, casually, while he was p

ted like bile

trance, dripping wet,

voice cracking. "Please

he person who stepped forward was

the chaos of the ER. Beside her was her brother, Francis, who looke

ing over my own feet. "Please. It's Jeremy.

n my arms. She looked at my wet hair, my cheap coat, my

to show up," she said, h

weight. "He feels cold. You have to ge

e say his name

contagious. Francis stepped in fron

ncis grunted. "Go to

ay!" I screamed. "He does

ected her f

the victim card tonight," she said. "Benedict is busy. We have

drama! This

. It was a dry

ger who trapped him. That boy is probably some bas

hrough Francis's, tu

, Francis. She's dis

shoved m

, but I did not let go of Jeremy. I took the impact on my elbows, a jol

y stopped, her ey

nurse starte

Yvonne snapped. "She's just

t the wall. The world seemed to be narrowin

t was no

No, n

e had promised her the world. He had told me nothing. He had hidden me away like a dirty secret because hi

back over, l

ake me call security. Take yo

realized she did not hate me because of a mis

trickling from the corner of his mouth. His body g

e louder than t

rocking back and fo

o his wet hair. "I am so sor