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SEVENTY-EIGHT

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Tessa closed the metal door and bounced down the stairs. Jarrod was in the living room, chugging down a bottle of strong vodka. She tied back her messy hair into a bun with a band she found at the table.

“We can’t let Lolita get her way,” she finally told Jarrod, unable to hold back her fears. “We need to send Sammy away to her family. I promised that I would—”

Jarrod turned slowly to look at her. “You promised that you would, what?”

“One time, I promised Sammy the best burial she could ever have. I promised to send her to her family and keep a black rose in her grave.”

Jarrod looked incredulous at her answer. “Okay, so? What has that got to do with me?”

“You buried that knife in her chest! Don’t act like this isn’t your problem as much as it’s mine!”

He stood up, wobbling on his feet. His eyes were bloodshot and his gait were predatory, but Tessa stood her ground. Jarrod cocked his head to the side as he studied her.

“Tess, if you think Samantha’s corpse is my p
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