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“Is that the question you want to ask me first?” she has the audacity to say

“Yes,” I growl

Her eyes lighten, and a sly s questions Always putting faith in the wrong people I’ll answer your question, but it will be the last one I answer”

I frown

What other questions do I have? A million, but none seem as important

My eyes roam up and down her broken body I don’t kno many bones Enzo broke; I just know that he did Bile slips up ether

I married her

Fucked her

Thought she was the mother of my child

I gave her my most precious possessions to take care of—my children

I realize a question I need answering before she tells me where Rose is

“Did you ever hurt the them?”

She looks me dead in the eyes “I never hurt them”

A sea of relief floods me at her words But why should I believe her?

“I don’t believe you”