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“Well, his last experimental medicine didn’t work so well,” she pointed out. She was cranky and getting tired, doing her best not to snap at him.
“I know. But your grandmother seemed hopeful. I saw her for just a few minutes this evening and she asked what I thought about it. It’s a treatment, not meds. And right now, it’s only being done in Switzerland…Geneva, I think.”
Rachel felt fear and anger, wanting to completely ignore it. But then she thought of one of the few thoughts that had come through as strongly as her dream about Lynch”You’re going to fight this for Paige. You’re going to make sure you do everything you can to be her mother for as long as possible.
“I appreciate the heads up. And…I’ll consider it. But right now… can you get me that water you mentioned? And then come back and stay here with me?”
“Of course.”
He kissed her again, and though it seemed that he absolutely did not want to leave her, he left the room in search of water. And though the first thing she did when he left was tobegin to cry, she knew that if there was indeed some weird, experimental treatment available in Switzerland, and Emerson pushed it for her to do so, she’d try it.
She wanted to live, to give it a shot, to show her daughter that even though there was evil out there in the world, life was always worth fighting for.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
That little bitch was back in the news again.
Rachel Gift had taken out another criminal, another murderer. And if the news reports were to be believed, it was a heroic action during a case that she hadn’t even been assigned to. But that wasn’t so surprising, really. Little Miss Rachel always had to be the star, always had to be the hero.
She watched Rachel Gift on the news, an old reel from when she had been hot on the trail of Lynch years ago—before she’d apprehended him and sent him to prison. She watched the news and wished she could take solace in the update she got on the star agent: the fact that Rachel Gift had cancer. The news reports touched on it, using it to magnify her heroic efforts in taking down a man called James Dickerson.
It made her smile. It didn’t necessarily make her happy, but itdidmake her smile.
Smiling, she sat forward on her couch and looked through the shoebox she’d taken out of her closet. She took out a stack of envelopes, all with her name scrawled across the front.Alice.
She took the letter out of the first envelope and read it. She’d read it at least one hundred times before, but the words never lost their luster. These days, it hurt to read them. The man who had written them was dead, and these letters of affection were all she had left.
He’d left such an impact on the world, but these letters… they were just for her.
Alice had been going to the letters quite often as of late. Their author had only been dead for a few months, but it felt like forever. And every time she read one of them, it made Alice hate Rachel Gift a little more.
It made her more and more certain that if she had to,shewould kill Rachel Gift. A bullet hadn’t done it. Cancermightdo it, but who was to say?
It was certainly something Alice would be keeping an eye on.
Rachel Gift had taken the life of the man she had come to love.
And as she read the salutation of the letter in his hand, tears stung Alice’s eyes. He would never write another letter to her… to anyone. And it was all her fault.
Alice folded the letter back up, taking one last peek at the name near the end. She finally let the tears start to spill as she read it—the exact same salutation at the end of every letter.
Yours in every way—Alex Lynch.
