et
aiting area was huge, high-defi
the moment
strobe-light flash of a hundred cameras. Kayla's hands fl
effects cutting into my fingers, watching my husband promise fo
an
idn't come
urn
m the broadcast, though the bow tie was undone, hanging loose around his neck. He looke
wasn'
ice grip, her other hand fanning her face as if the st
ice felt distant, like I was sp
looked torn, that familiar crease appearing between his eyebrows-the look he cultivated
unning a hand through his h
e?" I asked,
plea. "You know the pressure I'm under. The board... my parent
if to touch my shoulder, but
f him like slick oil. "You know I do. But I have a
m, feeling my
talk about responsibility while wearing a tux you b
round to see if anyone was watching. "I'
th a fountain pen?
g. "You're being irrational. I am
other?" I as
d, derail
man you promised to take care of when I signed
e in his expensive skin. "I... I ha
ing cold in my chest. "You forgot she exist
past him
-sharp, predatory, and amused. When our g
d stepped smoothly between us,
with sickeningly sweet sympathy. "Please don
silver thing that cost more than
d something, the pen scratching loudly in the quiet room, and ripped
onal account. Consider it a severance pack
t the piec
llion d
y a new life. It could pay for th
saw was the price tag s
oftly, eager for a resolut
anted to buy his conscience c
ut and took
riumphant. "See? I told
check up
berately, I tore i
sharp, like a
ain. An
utter to the floor
aid, my voice ste
le vanished
her chest. She swayed, her knee
voice pitching up into a wail
st him, burying her
ed, muffled against the silk
r in a split second. It was easier for him to be angry at me than to loo
spat. "Look what you did
n who had carried him for five years. He onl
e," he said coldly.
rms. She buried her face in hi
, she pe
econd, over
inked
, his back turned to me, his steps urgent and caring-t
n," I ca
but he didn'
etly, the words hanging in the ste
dn't
s prize, leaving his conscience behind in the

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