Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

It was a dive on the edge of the city, the kind of

with a pocket knife. The shaggy, soft bangs that Elizabeth liked were gone. The result was brutal, u

e took a slow breath, detecting the faint, metallic, garlic-like scent

murmured. "M

een slowly poisoning the original Chris for years. Making him weak. Making him ment

r mouth to offer a refill, then closed it. There was a dark cloud hanging over h

eap burner phone. A

and Greg Valentine spotted at

rench coat, with Greg Valentine-the "White Moonlight

the residual soul of the original host, cryin

closed his eyes and visualized a steel door s

e final filing was at t

crumpled bills on the table

razzi swarmed the entrance, hungry fo

th stepped out, looking like royalty. Greg was right behi

her shoulders, a slight shift of her weight awa

was wearing a black t-shir

fying, absolute confidence. The reporters sensed it. The sea of cameras

erous. He look

ltered. She stopped on the step

he step below them, so he was looking up, yet

Chris asked. His voice carried

tive. "Chris. I know this is hard for you. But Eliz

It was a low,

id. He looked at Elizabeth. Her face was pale,

the man's personal space until he could smell th

oice dropping so only the three of them c

his eyes before he masked it with indignation.

eg hissed, trying to shove

pped his own temple.

a mock salute, and walked past

voiding her gaze, his face a mask of fury, but she h

y?" she asked,

snapped. "He's c

rs swing shut, a cold knot of