Things between them were complicated. Tainted. Broken. And it wasn’t all her fault. Any path forward was murky as smog and littered with land mines. He still harbored deep -seated resentment for her betrayal. She was pissed at how he’d handled the fallout and left her behind. And there was her chosen profession to consider. A real shit sundae with a spy cherry on top.
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