No More Tears for Him

d me instantly, but there was no shock, no flicker

hing his arm. "Ethan,

t a grip. My worn-out clothes, my pale, gaunt face-I was a ghost

ead down, my hair falling over my

nesia, Elyse? Is that your new angle? You hear I'm in to

mell of his expensive cologne, a scent I once

his voice low and vicious. "Still playing

A sob story? Let me guess, you got into some trouble,

er pregnant belly. She looked down at me, her eyes filled with a triumphan

at are those for? Some kind of diseas

s final curse. "Elyse, you're just trash. You'd do

sterday. It felt like he was saying t