#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines all about SENTENCE
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In midsentence her pen halted, the air thickened and the oxygen whooshed from her lungs as the news anchor announced her friend Callie’s name in the same sentence as murder.
“You told me once it wasn’t just sex–”
“We made love,” Scott completed her sentence.
Nate picked up his coat and gun. “What about Jack?” Cassio responded, “If you come with me, your lord will be free from the death sentence.”
His hold on me tightened as he whispered in my ear, “I’m hungry.” That phrase.
His words were cut off mid-sentence, the stunned shock turning his face into a clownish mask of pain.
Mercy knew when Reagan’s sentences deteriorated into single words, he was done. He’d retreated into that dark, hidden place where he lived most of the time since . . . then.
Her sentence was a lighter one, and she would be out soon. Too soon.