CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHOOSING ME
He’s holding her by the hair as she hunches over, vomiting onto the garden path when I find them. I know it’s the pregnancy vomit. Disgust flickers through me—but not just at the sight. That should have been me. Instead, I had a bomb that was meant for me. I tear my eyes away and force myself to focus.
“We’re needed at the station,” I say flatly. “They’ve found new evidence.”
Neither of them responds. I don’t wait. I turn and walk away, refusing to stand in their shadow for even a second longer.
There’s no way in hell I’m getting into a car with either of them. I take one of the family sedans and drive myself to the station, the silence inside the car oddly soothing. My phone is buzzing with missed calls. Its Diane again, no doubt demanding updates but I ig
