Page 90 of The Night Firm

Minutes pass. Minutes that feel like hours.

I see her belly moving after a moment, and then Liam runs into the room, a look of utter horror on his face as he witnesses the devastation.

I stop the memory, not needing to see more. I know the rest.

I fall to my knees, a sob building in my throat. My nails dig into the wet earth as I feel the pain wash in waves through me.

This has to be a trick.

The memory has to be a fake.

Otherwise, everything I have ever known will shatter.

And then I see his feet, dark, mud-caked boots.

Then his legs.

And I pull myself up, my beautiful dress covered in dirt, as I face the man I thought I knew.

The man I thought I could trust.

And I face Mary's real killer.

A scent of cinnamon and honey catches on the wind, and I am racked with sorrow as blue eyes I know better than my own look back at me. And when he holds out his hand, my heart lurches in my chest.

"Hello, sister."

My voice catches in my throat. "Adam?"

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