CHARLES FOX
I didn’t go far after leaving Ruby’s. I sat in my car, the engine idling, staring blankly at the dashboard. Her face flashed in my mind—hurt, confused, and trying so hard to understand what was going on with me. I hated myself for walking out like that. But staying there, looking into her eyes, knowing what I knew now… it was unbearable.
Bruno had done a number on me. His words replayed in my head on a loop, mixing with the guilt and fear that already had me by the throat.
*"The woman whose sister you killed."*
I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. How could I face Ruby, knowing that? How could I look her in the eyes and pretend everything was fine when, in just two months, she might be the one to kill me?
I didn’t believe it.
