I Don't Do Mercy: The Ex Who Knelt

to accept the seventh ne

quietly at the company's front de

led me in a trembling voic

if you don't take it, he'll ju

w, watching the endless stream of traffic

ter. "The necklace inside goes into the shredder

ed my temples, which wer

ing would fade with time, but

phone calls and him waiti

ng up my son, the loitering beneath my building,

as humble enough, persistent eno

olid the moment he left Ethan alone

dialed the number of the fina

nd account for me. See if there hav

nt... That's odd. There was a five-million withdrawal last month. The note says

sank like

An internati

rink of bankruptcy because of me. Where

his employees without

cumentation and appr

y fingertips turning pale

a scanned copy sat

ce was cry

in Neplain, and the purchase

cluded a photo of Vivi

rport, holding that iconic orange bag

the day my son Ethan was rushed

ed across Vivian's face, and a freezing rage sho

reaction, crying for me to hold him, while his own father was out buyin

photo from Vivian po

ackground showing the newly opened Dreams

's account, abandoned him in the ER, yet somehow s

natched up my car ke