Erica blinked back tears, refusing to let them fall. “You’re never going to get away with this.”
“Maybe not, but your so-called fiancé will soon know what it feels like to lose someone he loves. I want him to feel the pain that I feel. You don’t know what it’s like to lose everyone you love,” Allison spluttered. “You don’t know—”
“Don’t know?” Erica snapped, her fear turning into anger. “I’ve buried a husband. So don’t stand there like you’re the only person who’s ever lost someone. You don’t know what I’ve been through!”
Allison stared at her for a minute, her expression softening a little before she went back to pacing the length of the small room. She mumbled under her breath. Every so often, she’d stop and look at Erica with indecision in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything else.
Erica couldn’t believe that Allison and Hudson’s ex-girlfriend were one and the same. How was that possible? Hudson had been to the office a few times, but apparently, he hadn’t seen Allison. Otherwise, he would’ve said something.
Allison blew out a noisy breath then dropped down on the brown tweed sofa as if she’d been carrying a ton of bricks on her shoulders. She set the gun on the coffee table and covered her face with her hands.
Erica took advantage of the moment and jerked her arms back and forth. The scarf was loosening, but her wrists stung in pain. The knot eventually slackened, but Erica kept her hands behind her back.
How am I going to unbind my ankles?
A scraping sound came from the kitchen area. It was so faint, Erica thought she imagined it. She and Allison had entered the house from the garage, though she’d seen another door that she assumed led to the backyard.
She glanced at Allison, who hadn’t moved.
Just when Erica started to work on the rope holding her ankles, there was another sound. Allison’s head jerked up, and she snatched the gun from the table. She’d been crying, if her red eyes were any indication.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pointing the weapon at Erica.
“Nothing. I’m not doing anything. I just… I—I understand you’re hurt and pissed, but please don’t kill me.”
She didn’t know who had entered the house, but she prayed it was someone who could help her. She needed to distract Allison.
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