My Fiancé, My Murderer

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g to gather the scattered papers. "M

re the bus had been, his shoulders slump

missioner Miller. He helps people. He helped me, after my father... He helped B

ever mentioned a godda

l get ahead," Jake said, a little t

voy. It's a perfect solution. We j

r of hope in their eyes, quickly

Mike asked. "Will the

ade," Jake said, puffing his chest out slightly. He was recovering

about this convoy from our previous life. He'd probably planned this, a way to

it?" Tom asked,

e?" Sarah sighed, kick

couldn't figure out my angle. In the last life, I would have been frantic,

o

"My dad will sort this. We'll meet back here, say, W

y. "Come on, Brit. Let's go

a new plan was in place, beamed a

Brittany cast a smu

rted to disper

that?" Mike asked, his voice low a

if he's not? It's a few mor

hat bus if you hadn't back

tters, Mike. A

ion. "This was my one shot, Emily.

ow, M

You've always had it easy, with the

he way they controlled my father's pension, doling it out in carefully measu

d home," I said,

off, kicking a discarded s

pang of guilt mixi

apprenticeship. It was about exposing the Miller

were playing me.

small post off

amped envelope and a

mmander and soldier. General Davis had retired a few years ago, but he was on the board of several large corporations

an to

eneral

d Hayes's daughter. I'm writing to you because I'm in a di

ther's benefits. Jake's manipulation. And Brittany Smith, falsely claiming to be my father

nvoy Jake was plan

o look into Brittany's claim. The res

sealed it, and droppe

st office, the sun felt a

ol. He thought he was so cle

one too. And I had