Chapter 51

Scottie

Koen whistlesa tune while we remove the ornaments from the tree.

Penelope sleeps on the sofa while Scrot stands guard.

My phone vibrates.

I pick it up from the floor by the plastic tub we bought to store the decorations.

Crash!

The glass ornament falls from my hand as I stare at the screen.

“Scottie?” Koen says my name, but it’s nothing but an echo.

Clank!

My phone hits the wood.

My knees give out as my gaze meets Koen’s, and I fold to the floor.

Hand over my mouth.

Lump in my throat.

Tears burning my eyes.

I can’t breathe …

Koen pulls me away from the glass and picks up my phone, staring at the message on my screen.

Price: Goodbye 3

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