My Wife, The Killer's Keeper

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induced by ext

it occurred on the

eas, the day Marcus taunted me

broken my mother's heart, even if Marcus's

was a bi

s of the knife at auctio

s confession to me. No

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sheets around her, a flash of an

ging back against the pil

harp. "What are you doing here? I

my voice raspy. "

able, so blatant, fueled a fr

straight at Marcus. "He confessed it

ons? Marcus has been my rock through all this. He e

parody of sympa

Though, given the state she was found in... perhaps

d, a low,

her tongue," I pressed, my v

wrapping a robe

en nothing but supportive. He' s even helping me man

repeated, the word a

assie. And you' re

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hissed. "Get ou

smug, triumphant

raved hunting knife

mily he

humb along

an. You should go.

hard truth

ost eve

My wife.

g in my bed, holding the m