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Pushed From Ten Thousand Feet By Love

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 956    |    Released on: Today at 16:10

Lane'

e lounge was suffocating

nd the resort's backup generators

d in front of the panoramic window, star

were white fr

, a single cold bead of swea

a low voice, all his

he resort jeeps down to the back road a

oia," Bradley snapped, though his

rying to lure us

the sofa, nervously spinning the

her eyes darting repeate

ered, pulling her cashmere shaw

Remember how she fainted at last year's charity gala? She just

a shrill siren tore through

ildly, their glow sweeping ac

nd-rescue unit assisting and an emergency search-and-rescue

icers strode straight into the lounge, flanked by t

s chair, his hands sh

l is this?" D

oked by our company! You

nd a gold sheriff's badge stepped

y Evans?" the sheriff asked

ing to hold on to the polishe

ans," he said,

rank, I'll compensate for every wasted publ

d at Bradley with

k. I'm Sheriff Miller, Clar

plastic evidence bag f

the base of the granite ridge. We found human remains there, with

breath sto

s pupils shrinking to

adley wh

mmy. All she threw dow

trophic blunt-force trauma,"

severe. Facial tissue is too badly damaged for a vis

evidence bag beneath the lobby'

ed antique locket, dented on both sides, stai

t remained of the fli

belong to A

pped breath

id, as if tu

the floor, standing right

et better than I

brass box for five dollars and gave it to me. Back then he was so poor he

rough every exhausting double shift, through ever

slowly, trembling

oked, a high, broken s

s her

gue in the parking lot," Miller said,

ary identification before the remains are tran

ingle step and h

the bar just barely keeping himself f

her mouth, letting out a smothered sob as

ozen like stone statues,

Mr. Evans," the

, like a condemned man on h

vy, his body as if it had a

ugh the lobby doors, out into the bitin

er cashmere sweater within seconds, plasterin

dn't

dn't

parking lot, the back doors of the

hick, pitch-black body bag, gleaming cold and

ide the stretcher, his hand resti

Miller sa

d open with a ha

nce, Bradley's fa

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Pushed From Ten Thousand Feet By Love
Pushed From Ten Thousand Feet By Love
“After Bradley made it big, I became the timid, cowering little wife in his circle. At cocktail parties, his friends would sneer, "Is this the nanny you brought along?" He never said a word. After that, he stopped taking me anywhere his friends would be. Until this weekend. Until, to curry favor with his wealthy partners and a ruthless socialite, he forced me into a solo skydive-to "earn" his marriage proposal. "I can't. I'm pregnant... I can't do this," I begged through my tears. Not only did he refuse to help me-he sneered and pressed the sole of his boot against my chest: "Don't try to fool me with that pregnancy nonsense. This is just exposure therapy. I will not marry a coward." When I pulled the ripcord, the parachute never opened. My parachute had long ago been swapped out for a solid steel counterweight weighing more than forty-five pounds in all. I smashed into the canyon floor and was shattered to pieces. My unborn child and I died on the spot. As a ghost, I watched Bradley laughing and chatting in the VIP lounge, mocking my "timidity and weakness." My heart died completely that day. Bradley-what will your face look like when you finally see that positive pregnancy test, and learn our baby was six weeks along?”