Chapter 83 Lasting Connections

• The ride back was shrouded in my overwhelming misery. Paul tried to assure me that as long as I was with him, nothing would happen to me. He praised me for my vigilance and my quick thinking with the wine, but none of it eased my pain.
• The sound of a gunshot always rattled me. My tear-stained face required more than a pat on the shoulder to lift my spirits.
• By the time we reached the house, news channels were already covering the shooting. Milton, acting with Paul's best interests at heart, prioritized tampering with the camera footage to remove both Paul and me from the scene.