me, but at the situation, at the papers in her hand. Jules'

rs closed, cutti

de down

," he said, more to

something," I replied. "Thi

was mine. The penthouse, the fancy cars, they

It rumbled to life, a

go. He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. He understood. He was one of the f

city, away from Rossi Const

just a need for p

ed the state line into Vermont

abella. But looking out for her didn't mean letting her destroy me. Ma

aybe

he hurt, it was still there, but it

th in me. A faith she had never shared, never understood. Unt

the truck bed. My old life