Page 203 of You Betrayed Me (The Cahills 3)

So this is what it’s like to die . . .

Someone was crying. Far away, though. Sobbing brokenly.

Julia? It sounded like her.

“Why did you do this? Why?” she demanded, her voice wet. “You ruined everything.”

Ruined it all? Me? No, no . . . that isn’t right.

“You should never have gotten pregnant. How could you have been so stupid?”

“I . . . I didn’t.” Sophia argued—the words were forming, but her lips—did they move? Had she actually said the words aloud? Or were they just echoing in her own mind? The world was spinning, but she forced a harsh, horrid whisper. “No baby,” she said, sputtering.

“What?” Julia demanded, but her voice was so far away.

Still, she had to tell her sister, try to make her understand. “Mistake. . . to get James . . . to marry me . . . marry . . . us . . . we . . . we . . . were losing him . . . Had to force himmmm . . .” She couldn’t stay awake. She was sooo cold, and the pain in her side throbbed and . . . and really . . . it didn’t matter . . .

“You’re not pregnant? This was all a lie?” Julia said, her faraway voice sounding distraught. “Wait . . . no . . . are you telling the truth?”

Sophia licked her lips. Forced air through her voice box and opened her eyes. “No . . . baby,” she insisted and noticed a figure looming in the open doorway.

“You stupid bitch,” Julia said brokenly, as she pushed her twin away and struggled to her feet. Glaring down at Sophia, she shook her head. “You are so messed up!” With a wobbling hand, she trained the gun on Sophia.

“No!” a man’s voice boomed, and Sophia almost smiled.

James? The figure in the doorway was James? He’s come to rescue me . . .

“Don’t!” he ordered.

For the briefest of instants, Sophia’s heart soared, and then everything in her tiny prison began to fade, the seductive darkness pulling her under . . .

She spied Julia, now on her feet, hair as wild as her eyes as she whirled, the gun leveled at James.

“No!” Sophia tried to scream, but her command was only the barest of whispers. Please, no! Not James.

“Stop. Julia! I know about you. About Sophia. About the baby.”

“No baby,” Sophia insisted, forcing out the words, her voice gurgling strangely. “Never . . . never a baby. Fake pregnancy . . . test.”

“She’s lying!” James stepped into the tiny house. “To save the child.”

Julia said, “More like her own skin.”

“But she’s bleeding out.” He pulled a phone from his pocket and started to dial; all the while, Julia, her hands trembling, aimed the pistol straight at his heart. No! She couldn’t kill James!

Sophia blinked and tried to stay conscious. If she didn’t, Julia would murder James, then turn the gun on her dying sister.

“Where’s Megan?” James demanded, “What happened to her?”

“You didn’t see her?” Julia taunted.

“Oh, God, is that who you were shooting at?” His voice was tinged with horror and disgust.

Julia snorted. “Megan’s already dead, James.”

“Then—?”

“Rebecca, of course.”

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