s of the guest bedroom, painting
She had spent the entire night staring at the wall, feeling
uldn't let Evelyn keep her son, and she couldn't let
popping in the quiet ro
. Alistair's bedroom
ight where Alistair had been standing last night, sat his private
ked past, the
ification popped o
t sleep,
ehind her ribs. She forced her eyes away from the
an to vibrate violently
text. It was
n. The caller ID r
f the office was calling his private cell t
he phone. She swiped the green
ailable," Eleanor said, kee
as quiet f
t, breathy
ist
blood turn
wood. She had somehow acquired his private cel
oman had answered. "Who is thi
anymore. It was sharp, entitle
htened until her knuckles ached
If you need to leave a message f
laugh echoed thr
omous. "Oh... you're the placeholder
ed her thumb
hone. "He never did. He spent five years waiting for
the glass-walled board
nable to stand the quiet of the bedroom. He was currently leading a high-stakes video con
room doors sudd
otic composure was completely shattered. He rushed to Alista
kwood is in the
heart stopp
he hospital bathroom," Vi
His chair crashed backward onto the floor. He didn't excuse him
through the double doors of the emer
ice, her younger sister, were standing outside t
e lunged at him. She shoved a
her face. "She was fine! Then she made one phone call to your
owed a dialed number. It was his private cell phon
ined from Ali
phone from his pocket and
the phone, staring blankly at the wall. The
Eleanor s
eces snapped together in his mind, forming a horrific, twisted pict
ne. His voice shook the walls of the hospital
e phone away from her ear. "
, the veins in his neck bulging. "Are you not s
tire body. "Kill herself? Alistair, I didn't say anything! S
ibrating blade. "I swear to God, Eleanor, if she doesn't s
ic
ne wen
om. The dial tone buzzed in he
just convicted her of murder and sentenced her to de
leanor's hand, landing s
he edge of the coffee table to stay standing. The injustice
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