❝𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞? ❞
❝𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬,❞ she huffs, anger in her voice as I infiltrate her walls more than I already have.
❝𝐌𝐦,❞ my disapprov...
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𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 helicopters have cleared as I drag the last line of gasoline out of the building.
Mason and Kai hold hands as Rueben pockets his, the three of them standing behind me, supporting me and my decision as I pull out the box of matches I'd found on the floor of the ballroom.
I flick one against the starter and watch as a tiny flame ignites in my hand.
My marriage ring glints under the yellows, reds, and oranges as I toss it in the gasoline.
It takes mere minutes.
But the Russian Tower goes up in flames.
I turn on my heel and round up my family.
And I let it burn.
I shut my car door as fire devours everything that it has brought to my life.
