Poisoned Love, Buried Truth

ankle. The snake, disturbed, qu

shock. "Oh, my goodness!

arah, but a cold fury

ssed, her voice trembling.

sion vanished. Her fac

rling, the a

d Liam. Every last one. And that 'cleansing tonic'? A little something special fr

ared, ho

us little 'removed' babies? I have keepsakes. Little p

, and despair crashed over

a rusted metal tool lying

unged, grabbing the metal, ai

" Brenda shrieke

saw Sarah, wild-eyed, the metal

to the ground. Her head

you crazy bitch?" he roared. "

e venom was working fast. Her tongue felt thic

nd, a flicker of something – hesitation? Doubt? –

eized th

ded paper from her pocket. "I found thi

hey were planning to mee

ed the forged words, detailing a secret r

mask of pure fury. He crumpled

e hissed, his voic

despair, could only mutter, "Might as w

isinterpeted her desperate

hair, yanking

inches from hers. "Or tell me what you really did with thos

f rage. "Or I swear, Annie, I will take you

reamed, a last vestiges of

twisting his features. He wiped hi

meeting," he threatened, his voice deadly calm, "I

racked with pain and poison. "I'm

his voice flat again, cold as the Montana wi