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Late afternoon shadows filled the room. Tom stared at the family’s characteristic black beauty spot on Anna’s left cheek. He wrapped her tightly in his arms and tried not to think about the furthering complexity of the nightmare that was his life because the closer he looked the more complex it seemed to get.
Anna rose and went to the bathroom. Tom heard the shower run. He checked his phone. There were four messages from Paul, each one more frantic and angrier than the one before it, one from Vic and one from an unknown number.
Who f***s better?
“Might as well have knocked on the door and asked me in person, Vlad,” Tom said out loud.
When Anna returned to the bedroom, she asked him why Vlad called him the Volunteer.
“I thought you knew everything about me?” Tom replied with a smir
