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And suddenly he was thinking of all the strange goings on that was happening. His men being gunned down. That weird fuck in the room that turned himself in to take responsibility over the death of Jason because, in his words: “I’ll pay the price for my boys…for my sweet, lost boys…”

Sounded like fucked up cult-like shit to Borden. He never heard any such nonsense from the thugs he’d rounded up and killed. Nobody spoke like that before facing their death.

Looking down at his phone, he messaged Hawke.

Perhaps you should come down after all.

Chapter Twenty

Emma

Nightmares.

Paralyzed in a box.

Staring into darkness.

“You promised…” the darkness said.

“I tried,” I said back.

Green eyes glowed.

I cried.

“BOO!”

???

Borden didn’t show up for work.

I was alone in the office, logging hours. I couldn’t focus. The past few days had gone by in a blur. I’d spent most of it with Lincoln and Granny. She’d been off, too.

“You okay?” she asked me the morning after the charity event.

I was wrecked. I’d downed two cups of coffee while Borden had gone to put out a fire (both figuratively and literally).

“I don’t know,” I truthfully answered.

Granny stared at me carefully. “Borden tried to speak to me.” Of course he did. When I didn’t respond, she added, “I didn’t tell him anything.”

I looked away from Link. He was playing some castle game on the iPad, his bedhead funny any other day. He seemed so little and lonely. I suddenly wished I’d given him a sibling, but that never happened.

“We tried for another baby,” I found myself saying.

Granny’s eyes bore into me. “When?”

“When Link was two. We tried for two whole years. Nothing ever happened.”

She let out a shaky breath. “Oh, Emma. Did you talk to a doctor about it?”

“We did.”

“And?”

“I guess there’s some sort of structural problem with my uterus.”

“I’m sorry, Emma.”

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