Too Late For Regret, Mister Moss

ond ring scraped against t

wood. It made a harsh, grating sound. Ten years of her

dropped the ring into the dark co

walk-in closet. Row after row of haute couture dresses hung there. August Moss had hi

d it and tossed in a worn notebook and a few essential documents. These a

riage, so she gave up all the secrets and live

his mother and sister only looked at him as a thief

her, and she wanted to find the right opportunity to confess her true ide

swung open and hit th

doorway. She wore a silk robe a

aughed. The sound was high and grating. "Do you real

up straight. The air in her lungs fe

flat. "And you can give the Mrs. Moss ti

d. She stepped into the room, raisi

eful bitch!

e raised her own hand and slapped Kia's wrist away. Th

d her red wrist and screamed.

oretta Irwin Moss appeared in the doorway. Her h

ta demanded. Her chest heaved.

zipper made a loud, tearing sound in the quiet roo

n front of her, b

ropping to a vicious whisper, "I will cut off your tru

he corners of her mouth. She reached into her

Doretta's chest. The older woman gasped and s

top of the page were clear. It was a zero-ali

r against Doretta's and walked out the door. She car

ets of New York!" Kia scream

ak front doors. The crisp morning air hit her face,

bright red Koenigsegg roared up the driveway. The t

down. Sloane Astor-Vance

Hollywood actress ye

k. She opened the passenger door and slid into

e face. "Are you sure abou

ed in the side mirror at the mas

foot on the gas. The car roared like a beast and shot down th

led out a second copy of the divorce agreement and a pen. She fl

r. "There is the r

straight ahead at the Manhattan sky

the Moss-Sterling hea

l, merging onto the highway. A s