My Ex Tried To Use My Black Card

not always smart.

Daniel sounded small. Not sorry. Small.

“Emily.”

I said nothing.

“They’re saying things. They’re making it sound like I killed someone.”

My fingers tightened around the phone.

“Did you?”

“No.”

Too fast.

Dad closed his eyes.

Daniel swallowed loud enough for me to hear it. “Harold Pruitt was alive when I met him.”

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