“Is that who I fucking think it is?” With an inability to draw any air down in my lungs, my eyes lock on hers, and the side of my jaw pulses. “Beau. Tell me your wife isn’t standing out there.” Silence… it’s all I’ve got to give. I don’t have any words. My mind whirs too fast to process what the fuck is going on, because that voice is unmistakably one that still haunts me. Even when I’ve tried so long to forget it. “Tell me you didn’t invite her here,” she hisses at me. And that’s the piece that squares me up in the chute. It spurs me into a place where steely determination takes over. Seeing
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