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Chapter 9 - Who Is Marco?

Aldo

I couldn’t look away from her long, graceful fingers on the needle. My blood stained their tips red, but she didn’t pause. Didn’t flinch away. Didn’t so much as ask for gloves.

She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

My Layla. The words made their way into my mind without my beckoning. Because it wa...