CHAPTER 77

Alex

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Two more days until Sophie’s deadline, and the knot in my lungs kept getting bigger, suffocating me. For the last four days, it’s like I have been walking around with a coffin in my chest, the accumulated dead feelings pressing against my heart.

I had burned the divorce paper; I should feel safe, but this tension had gripped every layer of my skin. No amount of cold or hot water could ease.

Tightening my face and tilting my head back, I tossed the pills into my mouth and gulped them down with the water. The bitter taste assaulted my tongue, making me smack my lips.

A knock on the door filled my ears, preceded by a voice that only added to the tension beneath my skin. Yanking the drawer of my desk, I pitched the bottle of pills into the drawer and snapped it shut.

“Mr. Watson.” Mr. Watson opened the door, his lips curled into his usual cunning smile. His steps were secretive, barely making a sound as they touched the dark brown marble tiles of my office floor. “Good day, M