Page 131 of David's Love

I got it with a side of hell.

You wanted to punish me.

You did.

You also got a slice of hell.

We all had to pay in some way.

The truth remains the truth.

You are what you are to me, and I will take this to my grave.’

And that she did.

The letter is not signed or dated.

It falls from my hand while I lie against the sheets like a wax figure before a thought spears through my head, and I frantically look at her list again and the contents of the bag.

“Oh, come on. You must’ve written it down somewhere,” I murmur.

A few tiny pieces of paper litter the bag. They are not exactly trash. One of them has a date on it. The word doomsday is written next to it.

I go through the rest of the contents and find a few copies of official documents. One of them is Julie’s birth certificate.

I check the date on her birth certificate and then the doomsday date––the day they’d broken up.

My eyes widen.

My mouth falls open.

Nine months.

Nine perfect months.

How could he not see that his blood running through her veins?

DAVID

“Yeah,man. I will. I’m sure we’ll make it,” I say, holding the phone against my ear and smiling.

I stop in front of the door and wrap up my conversation with James before sliding my phone into my pocket.

I linger a little longer, my fingers brushing the small jewelry box tucked inside my jacket.

My eyes tip to my watch.

We can go to dinner, or I can order food.

Nah.

We should go out.

Make this day special.

It is special.

I unlock the door and walk in, silence greeting me.

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