on our flight back to the city. Uncle Paulie’s meeting us at the airport.” Pierce rises from his chair. “I’ll call the pilot and let him know when to expect us. I’ll have the car ready in an hour.” I nod absently. I rest my forearms on my desk and turn them over to stare at the palms of my hands. Hands that are covered in blood. Her blood. I still see her body lying in the middle of the bed. Pale. Cold. The red sheets that, only hours earlier, had shone a bright white. I clench my fists as though I can wring the blood out of them. Like usual, it doesn’t work. It’s still there. Mocking me.
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