Chapter 150 Fullerton Fires Amelia
- Asher stared through the windshield, city lights sliding across his eyes like slow comets. "I've loved her—more than ten years."
- Solomon's mouth hung open. Words crowded his throat, yet none found the doorway out.
- Without another syllable, Asher turned away, slipped behind the wheel, and guided the car out of the hospital lot, tires whispering over wet asphalt.