ssi
a silent war
pregnancy. Luca accepted the lie without question. He was too busy finalizing
a? Clara
predator's gaze, scanning for a exposed artery. She didn't see a
tanding by the window, watching
errible, Av
round. "I'm jus
perfume. It was heavy, floral, and cloying-
ice dripping with faux sympathy. "Luca doesn't need you anymore. You'll be luc
er. Her eyes were
at you thin
rsonal space. "I think you're a ra
er. She shoved my shoulder, then threw herself backward, cra
scre
oom a second later, f
er arm. "She tried to kill me, Luca! She s
been laughable. But in this house, the
is face was a mask o
e," h
t me as a daughter. He looked at me as a pr
bruising grip. He dragged
d, his voice devoid of emotion.
poker. It was heavy, co
st looked at Luca. I wanted him to se
n the table," my
My painting hand. The hand that had created
aised t
der than one might expect. It crack
. I fell to my knees, cradling my ruined hand a
He walked over to Cl
t of my sig
looked back one last time. Clara was s
rs were twisted at unnatural angles
They had taken my child.
t to take. Which mean
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