The Million-Dollar Escape

house. Our penthouse.

riend had "accidentally" slammed a hea

water in the enormou

dull ache, a co

"It was an accident, Ethan. Don'

aves.

ssing over a paper cut on my fi

tter, her eyes full

s a ghost n

n' t see my pain.

mall bag. My old guit

rom a life that wa

ked in. She

ing?" she asked,

erned. A

g away, Ethan? B

swer. What w

tand. She hadn' t un

he said, crossing her arms.

my feelin

ormal. My pain was

, there was anot

ted I go. Vic

appearanc

nother monke

unning in a sap

y Spencer' s side. Laug

th a diamond neckla

cheek. The ca

r Cou

ng a glass of cheap wine the

ar pick. The one Vic h

velvet cushion. P

o

ered. I had t

ce of Vic I had. Th

ney saved. My gig

dding

My voice tremble

anding next to Vi

s paddle. "T

ght at me, a sm

k

out. C

h a cool smile, ra

ousand,"

leaped.

o

id. The aucti

ned to

t for you, darling," she

ned it like it wa

lly tossed it into a nearby tra

ng sorry at all. He claimed to have "

aughed, a light

s pick. Vic' s g

rashed.