From Savior To Scapegoat

my voice quiet but firm. I slipped the shoe

ushed over to her purse, pulling out the bank book for our joint savings account. "Here. You take all of it

ployee she was laying off

finally ignited into

ding up. "A stepping stone? Someone to pay

y blackmail me. I grew up. I changed. That' s not a crime." She took a defensive step back. "My

So he h

y red chilblains on my knuckles, cracked and raw from a week of working outs

of the old Chloe appeared. "Your hands..." she said

or at least pretended to. Two years ago, she had been the o

out,"

e. Her attention was already back on her phone, which had just buzzed. Her expression softened

my hands, the cream, everything. She grabbed he

he door without

ving a hollow, aching emptiness. I sank onto the edge of the be

the grimy pavement. Under the orange glow of a streetlight, I saw them. Chloe and a tall man in a tailored c

as a long, deep kiss, right

my heart pounding in my ears, watching them until they fin