Page 175 of Beautifully Shattered

I check the chamber with steady hands, the metallic click ringing louder than Daniel’s pathetic whimpers.

Then I level the gun at his forehead, pressing the barrel hard enough to leave an imprint.

“Wait! Don’t kill me! You need me!” he cries, his voice trembling with panic.

I scoff. “What I need is you dead!” I start to squeeze the trigger.

“No, wait!” he shrieks. “If you kill me, you’ll never find her!”

“Find who?” I snap, pausing on the trigger as I tilt my head, studying the terror twisting Daniel’s face.

“Your baby didn’t die, Abbey. She’s still alive.”

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