“I Answered an Emergency Call as a Paramedic — The Patient Was My Wife”

I want to see her face when she realizes she’s lost everything.”

Mesa extended his hand. “Deal.”

Colette came home at dawn. Tristan was waiting in the kitchen, two cups of coffee prepared, his face carefully arranged into an expression of concern and confusion. He’d rehearsed this moment during the sleepless hours since leaving the police station.

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