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“You want to know what he said...?” An icy chill skirts down my spine. “He fucking smiled and said,I am going to kill her. And you’re going to watch.”

Devon’s phone rings, and he looks at me and answers, “You’re on speaker. What did you find out?”

“The wife’s going to be okay. She has a grade-two concussion, but they just released her. Lilah Ryan is driving her home and staying with her tonight. As of right now, both kids are with Sinclair’s sister, Grace, at her house. Not sure what the plan is for them.”

“Who the fuck are you?” I demand, and Devon shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about that. He’s the one getting us answers. How about Dryson?”

“He’s not so lucky. He’s got a grade-three concussion, a broken jaw, two broken ribs, and multiple lacerations and contusions. It doesn’t look like there’s any bleeding on the brain, and he’s alive, so at least we’re not looking at homicide.”

“I wish I’d have killed him?—”

“Shut the fuck up, Sinclair. You can’t say that. Not in here. Not to anyone. You understand?” Hunter waits for an answer.

“Yeah. I got it,” I groan, not feeling a single ounce of remorse. Fuck him. “I want to talk to my wife.”

“Well, you can’t right now,” Devon counters. “I’ve got shit to do and judges to talk to. You’re going back to your cell, and you’re going to be quiet and compliant tonight. Let me do my job, and do not make it more fucking difficult. Got it?”

“Yeah...” I drag my hand down my face. “Get me out of here, Devon. I need my wife and kids.”

He stands and looks from Hunter to me and shakes his head, not instilling a whole lot of confidence. “Try to get some sleep, Leo. It might be a long few days.”

“I’ll sleep when Addie’s next to me.”

ADELAIDE

Speak your truth and own it.

Even if your voice shakes.

—Addie’s Secret Thoughts

“Is there any update?” I ask Lilah as we walk into my house.

My head hurts.

My throat hurts.

My heart hurts.

I want Leo.

I want my kids.

I crumple on my couch and close my eyes, not even attempting to stop the tears streaming down my cheeks.

Lilah walks into the room with a bottle of water and two ibuprofen. “Gracie said the girls are fine, and Molly and Izzy are both asleep in Molly’s bed. They think it’s a sleepover, and Mollydoesn’t know anything. She and Ares can keep Lennox tonight too. Ares can stop by and grab frozen breastmilk, if you want.”

I take the pills and chase them with the water as my head spins.

I have no words, only tears, as I nod.

Unable to process all this.

“I’ll message Gracie. Why don’t you lie down. Do you want help getting to your room?”

“No, thank you,” I answer hoarsely. “Thanks for driving me home.”

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