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Liam stares at us, his face still scarlet. But then something changes in his eyes. They grow wide, like he’s seen something terrible. “Mom,” he gasps.
I’m impressed with how easily Liam is restraining him. Liam has become stronger than his father.
don’t point out the fact that her father is the one who trapped me here for four days with plans to let me starve to death. So somebody being in her family doesn’t exactly make me feel good.
“So you were the one who stabbed him?” “That’s right.” “It wasn’t Liam?” “No.”
“When I get out of here,” I say, “maybe you’ll let me take you out for vanilla milkshakes.” His eyes widen. “Really?” “Well,” I say, “I want to thank you for saving my life.”
When I shared the tale of how I discovered my husband’s secret, killed him in self-defense, and rescued the girl he kidnapped, I became a national hero.
It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. He’s not like that. He’s not like Jason. Not really.

