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They were broken and they didn’t know how to mend it.
“Found a way to take Moonie down,” Mason said.
Everyone stiffened and the air around us shifted. He pulled the truck door open to reveal a sleeping woman.
A beautiful woman.
Her hair was reminiscent of the fire that nearly killed Denver and me. She was tucked under a fuzzy tan blanket, her light pink lips parted, her glasses were crooked. She was also clutching a teal metal water bottle to her blanket-covered chest with both hands.
“Who the hell is that?” Denver questioned.
Mason looked to me and back to his brother.
“My wife.”
