Too Late: The Innocent Traitor I Destroyed

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s downpour by the time Dante shoved

drying sticky and cold against my skin. I didn't wipe it off.

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set so hard a muscle ticked rhythmically in his cheek. The silence in the car was s

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across my face, stinging my eyes. Dante walked ahead,

of the railing clutter

ials, locked the shackle, and threw the key int

years ago. Before the

out a pair of heavy bolt cutters. The

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, tarnished by time and weather. *D & E*. S

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rs around the shackle. He didn't look at me. He look

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ll into his hand. He didn't look at it. He wound his arm back and

one. Jus

et again, but this time he pulled out a folded

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ering. Enough to buy a house. Enough to buy a n

ys. After that, I never want to see your face again. If you are in this city when I re

felt light, flimsy. It

rstand,

thing in my face. Maybe he wanted me to beg. Maybe he

bye,

the car and drove off, leaving me standing alone in

water where our

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