It wasn’t supposed to end this way.

She’d had dreams—who didn’t? Fantasies of going to college and becoming a brilliantly bohemian poet. Or medical school, maybe, and the glamour of saving lives for a living.

She’d had so many plans. That cross-country road trip with Kate after they graduated. College. A boyfriend. A future.

A hundred thousand times, she’d planned out the threads of her life, each with a different path, but all of them woven into a brilliant tapestry of promise. A hundred thousand endings she had envisioned.

But it was not supposed to end this way, on her knees in the dirt, blood dripping like tears down her cheeks.

He fisted a hand in her hair, dragged her head back. It was a silver gleam above her.

“This is the way it has to be,” he said.

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