Jasmine nudged me forward, playing the perfect role of enemy.
Unknown Number: I’ll be back as soon as I can. Every day I’m getting stronger. Just a little longer, then this will all be over. I promise.I sighed, curling around the phone. My fever came back, dousing my insides with frigid unwellness. I had every intention of fighting back. I would make them hurt. I will make them pay.
Somehow, I would keep my oath.But a little longer? It made time sound like it was nothing—such a flippant phrase, a small segment of moments—but to me, it was a never-ending eternity.I don’t have much longer, Jethro.
Not judging by Bonnie’s antics. Every day she had something worse.I truly was Elisa, fading hour by hour, wasting away beneath torment.
Swallowing more tears, coughing with wet lungs, I typed:
Needle&Thread: I’ll be here waiting for you. Every night I dream of you. Dream of happier times—times we haven’t been lucky enough to enjoy yet. But we will.Cut came forward, pulling free a large pair of shears from his back pocket. Here you go, son. His eyes met mine, but he faded once again to the side-lines. Deep in his light-brown eyes was the smallest level of concern. He sensed I’d given up. His enjoyment had been taken away from him.
Daniel held up the scissors. Know what these are for?Know what I’m going to use them on?
These are to take something from you. Something they took from my ancestor. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he pointed the scissors in Vaughn’s direction. The Hawk woman did anything she needed in order to feed her family. She sold her every asset until she had one last remaining. Know what that was?V’s red-rimmed eyes howled with sadness.