Leo had been gone for three hours now. Three hours since he kissed her forehead, whispered, "Don't wait up," and slid into his black sedan. Three hours since she'd followed him at a distance, watching him park outside a brick duplex on Mulberry Street, then let himself in with a key that wasn't theirs.
She wasn't waiting for a customer. She was waiting for her husband to disappear.
Leo sat in the armchair by the window, a cigarette between his fingers, a manila folder in his lap. His eyes were tired but not guilty. Worse—they were calm. crazy in love ralph ford pdf
"You stole. You plotted. You turned our life into a crime scene."
She stepped forward, pressed the barrel of the gun against his chest. Right over his heart. The same heart she'd fallen asleep listening to for twelve years. Leo had been gone for three hours now
Then she drove to the police station.
"Yes."
Outside, she got into her car, sat in the driver's seat, and finally let herself cry—not for what she'd lost, but for what she'd almost become.
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