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Betty’s heart beat slow, breath stalling, rain pelted the windows signaling a life at stake she’d never known before. Four months ago this wouldn’t have happened and for months since she’s moved onto shredding up white cloth in her free time—never hiding her mutilated addiction and affection for another woman.
The girls fought a lot, unhappy with this infected situation in which Alice had placed them. Lonely and looking not out for each other they closed the door and left Betty behind.
Mother Egan had no problem accepting them into her home with open arms—an outpouring of warmth and love they had never known.
As behind Betty was left listening to blood boiling over the edge of her new neighbor’s tub. A murder/ suicide? While the culprit rides off in the middle of the night; stalking, engine revving lust for busty blonde overwhelming. Senses deaden as he licks his dripping lips thick with the stench of worn iron. She has not learned what love is, but it is coming for her.
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