My Sacrifice, Her Deception

in my truck, my hands shaking so badly I could barely grip the steering wheel. I drove to a deserted parki

en. There was only one person I could call. Dr. Annabel Clarkson, my old profe

second ring, her voi

at you? It' s

was rough

the Berlin Philharmonic. The one you offered me

en an audible gasp of

s. But it requires a five-year commitment in Germany, and it' s h

s chipped, the skin tough as leather. These were not t

for the first time in what felt

arted the truck. I drove back to the

vate dining room. The laughter

se, a look of concer

re here! I was

d, looking me

agged in. Here to offer the debt c

nvelope from my hand. He then pulled out a fresh

ing a hand on my arm

ey. He' s been

me, her voice a low

ig? Wesley is the manager now. Maybe if

s all connected. Wesley, the debt,