“Knox, where are you going?” I flipped the lock and wrenched the door open. “To dig a shallow grave so I have a place to put him after I get tired of throwing punches.” Her fingernails dug into my skin under my shirt, giving me something else to feel besides fury. “Don’t leave me alone,” she said, then pressed herself against my back. Fuck. “He started pacing and yelling. It was my fault, he told me. He wasn’t ready to get married. He had goals he wanted to accomplish before focusing on his personal life. It was my fault for pushing him. All he was trying to do was give me everything I wanted,
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