Chapter 11-3
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I shook my head. I was going out on alimb here, but her reactions guided me. “I’m not talking abouttheir money. I’m talking about his.”
She gasped, and the air around usturned cold. Not the supernatural kind of cold, but the kind thatcomes from a person realizing she’s talked herself into a cornerand there’s no way to get out of it again.
“I can’t lose it all. I won’t goback to the hole I was in when my ex-husband left me.”
Ex? This whole thing had suddenlyturned into a saga I didn’t want to be involved in.
“Look,” I said. “I don’t wantto hear from you again. You lied to me, and you got me into a messwhere if I don’t do something soon, I have a feeling people aregoing to die. You’d better hope to god that doesn’t include me,because you signed off on my death sentence by not letting me knowwhat this was really about.”
The tears that had been sitting on therims of her eyelids spilled over her cheeks now. “I knew it,” shewhispered. “I’m doomed either way, then.”
Yeah, sure. Don’t worry about yourfiancé or his health, his life. Or mine. Just about your own. Iknew better than to say any of those words out loud, but people likeJennifer disgusted me.
“I have to go,” I said. I’d hadjust about enough of this house, and wealth, the urge to own thingsthat didn’t matter at all. The betrayal.
She stood up without a word and walkedme to the door. I walked down the driveway, which curled around thetrees growing alongside it, and when I stood outside the gate and itclosed firmly shut behind me, I let out a breath I hadn’t realizedI’d been holding.
This was the last time I was going totry to help someone.
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