![]() But maybe that’s just coincidence-my mind trying to find meaning where there is none. Green-eyed one, the one who jumps every time I speak, the one who goes by Mary-and then I’ll see her as part of the group stepping off the bridge after screening. “Because it’s what I would do,” I whisper. Because he’s playing the long game, and now, so am I. The puzzle pieces are in motion, spread across the surface of a table, and every one of them is in play now, leading us to something. And there’s something there-some answer, something unfinished. Because I am the missing puzzle piece of his past, and he is mine. No, he’s coming for me.” “ How do you know?” he asks. And you’re right, we’ll never make it out in time.” I smile because he’s wrong. He couldn’t shoot Dominic, couldn’t kill him so that we’d be free of danger, and he thinks that makes him weak. She doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but I do. He said he would do anything for his sister, but that’s not exactly true. He still has a death grip on the gun, like he’s still debating, still at war with himself. “I couldn’t do it,” he says-his arms are shaking, and maybe not from the adrenaline. I’m the one who held glass to his sister’s neck, I’m the reason they’re in this situation at all. I can’t figure out why he’s apologizing for anything. ![]()
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