Why Her Lawyer Went Pale In A Motel Parking Lot

sat beside them barefoot, dirt under my nails, sun on my cheeks.

“I didn’t win because I took something from you, Diana,” I whispered. “I won because I refused to let you take me.”

The wind rustled through the leaves. And somewhere in the air, I could almost hear Ethan laugh.

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