A sob choked his throat, and his mouth gaped wide as he tried to breathe. Instead he screamed, a raw, guttural bellow, and slid down the door, collapsing to his ass, boneless and breathless. Pitching forward, Jack let loose the sobs that wracked his body and soul. His bones were made of shame, his veins filled with sorrows and regret. His heart had turned to a void, an empty ache, a sucking black hole of misery and anguish. What kind of a person, what kind of a man, was he? Everything he’d done in his whole life had come undone. His peace with Russia, destroyed, and his friend Sergey gone. His
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