When I felt his breath against my neck, my legs finally gave out. I broke down completely. I cried as a widow, as a wife, as a betrayed mother, and as a woman who had just fled her own home with a vial of poison in her purse.
Robert held me as best he could. “Forgive me, Terry. It was the only way.”
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