I left the office early, perhaps for the first time in my life. I told Cobie I didn't feel well. That maybe some bug had clipped my neck in the desert. And speaking of stapling...
"Reminder: check car, house, body, looking for staples that hitman might have planted while trying to break my neck."
Cobie swallowed my apology. At least she didn't say anything. But her eyes asked all the questions.
It was still too early to talk about my suspicions. I couldn't tell anyone—not even Cobie, who knew almost everything about me.
I wasn't ready yet.
I needed to be sure—see for myself—that my life with Chris had been a simple optical illusion.
When I got home, my fingers ached from squeezing the car's steering wheel. My sanity rested on one thing.
Dinner at seven.
During the entire journey, I planned the menu in detail. I decided which dishes and which towel I would use. Thought I'd stop to buy flowers.
I wanted—or rather, needed—for everything to be perfect. At least one last time.
Before everything fell apart.
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Mr and Mrs Evans ✔
ActionChristopher and Scarlett Evans seem to be a normal couple, but in reality they both keep a secret. The two are hit men hired by rival companies. The truth only comes out when Chris and Scarlett, unknowingly, are given a mission to eliminate the same...
