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It did, too. Especially after hearing from the cops that the fire that had taken Tunnel’s life, had also taken an elderly man’s life in the apartment below my own.

The fire marshal had explained what had happened quite adequately.

It’d been a nothing but luck on Vanessa’s part.

We’d never know how exactly she’d gotten to Tunnel, only that she had, and then set the place on fire as she walked out.

Paired with the fact that every single piece of my furniture was old wood, it’d only acted as extra accelerant, fueling the fire until it raged out of control.

Tunnel never stood a chance, and surprisingly, neither had I.

It was only by a divine stroke of fate that left me alive today.

In all honesty, I should be in that morgue beside Tunnel.

However, I knew that I’d lived for a reason, and I was going to make Tunnel’s life mean something. Make his death meaningful.

Before Cleo started the truck, he turned only his head and asked, “Are you ready to go home?”

Home.

Home wasn’t something I’d ever thought that I’d have again, but now, looking into Cleo’s eyes, I knew I’d have a home and more with him.

I’d learned a lot of things over the past few months.

The main thing, though?

That Cleo and I were made for each other.

Cleo was mine, just as I was his.

He was the flight of my life.

Chapter 23

And for my next trick, I’m going to convince you all that I’m a functioning adult.

-E-card

Rue

3 months later

“Did you know Hunstville State Penitentiary executes the most inmates in the state of Texas?” Cody asked as he read an article online.

I grunted.

Why he was looking up where Vanessa was currently imprisoned, was beyond me.

If I never thought of that bitch again, it’d be too soon.

Her trial had gone quickly.

Killing a police officer would do that, though.

She never even had a chance.

I’d never seen a case go by so fast, and I’d been a witness to quite a few over the course of my SANE career.

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