Chapter Thirty – The Gamble
Desperation doesn’t wait for the perfect moment—it leaps into the fire and prays it doesn’t burn.
Julia couldn’t take it anymore.
The photograph under her pillow was both salvation and poison.
She couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t think without imagining Daniel’s hand sliding under the pillow, finding it, smiling that quiet smile as he tore it in half.
She had to get it out.
Now.
The chance came on Monday morning.
Daniel left early, briefcase in hand.
But instead of driving straight away, he lingered in the driveway, talking on his phone.
Julia’s pulse thundered.
Minutes. That was all she had.
She grabbed the photo, tucked it into the folded grocery list on the counter, and slipped it into the trash bag Daniel had left by the door.
Her heart ra
