Chapter eighteen: Jonathan

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I feel tears fall from my eyes. These aren't for my father, they're for me. If this plan goes wrong I could go to jail and ruin my reputation.

Aaron had thought ahead and had an extra car parked a little ways from here just in case. A sick feeling settles itself inside me.

I plunged that knife into the man who gave me life.

I look at Laura's reflection in the rearview mirror. The blood on her face has dried, she stares at the scenery we pass with a blank expression.

She has nothing left to fight for, that is obvious.

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