But nothing does not make guilty people stop breathing.
The deputies secured the device. A warrant would come later. For now, it was enough.
As we left, Ryan leaned close enough that a deputy stepped between us.
“You’re going to regret this,” he said.
I looked at the man I had married.
No, not married. Not really. Not in any honest sense.
His face was familiar. That was the hardest part. The same brown eyes that once watched movies beside me on Sunday nights. The same hands that had held mine at the courthouse when we signed papers and promised better lives. The same mouth now curled around threats.
