Eye for An Eye
“It’s Friday night, Jack; you need your favorite ice cream.” “But I don’t.” Smiling, I run my fingers through her soft hair. “Yes, you do. Let’s go to the shop down the street,” she insists. Audrey is always thinking about others. The store ran out of my favorite flavor, but she thinks I can’t go…
Good Cop, Bad Cop
I should have known better. I had gotten too involved. Too close. I was a cop, and that was not part of my job. But he had watched me take his mother away. I didn’t just take his mother away. His dad had died a few years back from a drug overdose. Everyone in town…
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