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The silence that follows Noah’s exit is deafening. The door slams shut, and the echo seems to vibrate through my bones, each thud of my heart louder than the last. The air conditioner hums, but even that feels too loud in the emptiness he’s left behind.I drag in a trembling breath, pressing my hand
“You want motive?” I say, my voice trembling with restrained fury. “How about wanting the baby gone? She told me to get rid of my baby, Noah. She threatened me. Said if I didn’t, I’d regret it. Isn’t that motive enough?”My voice cracks, but I press on, the words spilling before I can stop them. “If
“Nothing,” I say finally. “I’ve been shopping there for years and nothing stood out.”The two officers exchange another glance.“What’s that look for?” Noah asks, his tone edged with suspicion.Mark turns his gaze to me. “You said you’ve been going there for years, right?”“Yes.”“Then it’s highly l
Everything inside me freezes at his words. They echo in my head like a broken record, over and over again, each repetition more suffocating than the last.This is impossible. Maybe they’re wrong. How could someone want me dead? Who would want me dead?I stare at them, unable to form a single word. M
The air shifts the moment the officers step inside.“I hope we’re not interrupting anything,” Officer Mark says, his tone casual but the look in his eyes says otherwise.Noah straightens in his seat, his entire demeanor changing. Shoulders squared and jaw set. The easy smirk from moments ago vanishe
At the sink, I pause and stare at my reflection while washing one hand, careful not to wet the one in the cast.My honey-blonde hair is a tangled mess. Someone tried to braid it, but it didn’t help much. It looks like a bird’s nest. There’s a deep cut on the side of my forehead, stitches glinting un







