RIO
I left the law firm feeling numb.
Mr. Lawson wanted to order me a ride home, but no, I couldn’t return to that house. Not yet. Not when the memory of David’s lies that morning was still fresh in my mind.
I was in the same room with my mother's potential murderer, searching for some stupid bra while he built an alibi and cover story against John Miller.
I felt cheap. I felt used.
I felt rage.
How could David look me in the eye that day with the knowledge that my mum was dead? He was his same Davidee self, sitting there on the edge of my bed, talking about my relationship with Liam. How did he not think he would betray me?
That whole fuc.king time, he was the betrayer!
My fists clenched, and I wanted to swing out and see what I hit, but I couldn’t do that.
I was Rio Ricard.
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