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This was exactly why she should be glad they hadn’t spoken He screith her mind as well as her body, and only one of those was acceptable “You’re pathetic,” shedriveway “What the…?”

As Izzy coasted closer to the house, she leaned forward, and her heart dropped straight out of her chest “No!” She sla to shut it “No, no, no”

Her house, her pride and joy, had been vandalized in the worst way Tears sprang to her eyes, and she slueous s had been slittered everywhere she could see, inside the house, on her porch, scattered throughout the bushes and grass

Her heart stung with an ache similar to what she experienced when her , but it was hers One hundred percent hers So she’d worked and saved for all her adult life She’d achieved it all on her own The house was so much more to her than wood, nails, and drywall It was a symbol of her independence A validation of her choice to reh life without help

Now, it was a huge fucking mess that would take all weekend to clean up Not to e s Did ho?

Of course, if it did, she’d have to report it to the insurance company And they’d probably demand a police report Which would no doubt be a problem for the Handlers First the diner, now her place This reeked of Lefty, and her involveht if she called the cops

Shit

This was a crotch kick to the bank account for sure

Anger burned in her gut, hot and lethal, chasing away the unshed tears Who were these pieces of shit to think they could et aith it? They could do their fucking worst, and she’d bounce back every ti coht, she tried to ignore the heartache caused by the loss of her beautiful s

“Well, fuck them”

First, she’d get some luh to have a reasonable conversation, she’d call Copper and ask him what the fuck he planned to do to stop these assholes Izzy rose just as the ru up her driveway

Great, her watchdog How could she have forgotten?