“Oh,” Scars said softly, very sorry to have started this conversation. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too.” She sucked down the last of her drink, felt the dark rum burn her throat. She told herself that’s why her voice was suddenly thick as she spoke. “Hailey’s ex – Keira’s Dad – killed her. Damn near killed them both, actually, since my sister was nine months pregnant with Keira when Gil stabbed her eleven times in a drug-induced rage.”
“Motherfucker,” Scars snarled. “He killed a pregnant woman?”
“He did.” She set her glass down, wishing that it was full to the brim and Coke-free. “Thank Christ the neighbours heard the fight, and came over to check on Hailey after Gil had stormed out. She was barely alive then, but she was conscious and in full-on labor, and she held on long enough for the ambulanc
