CHAPTER 8: Harker
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“You look like s**t,” said a soft female voice.
Harker glanced up. Ellie stood in front of his chair in the waiting room. “Thank you. Now, go away.” His world had just fallen apart, and Alison's friend could be a b***h sometimes.
“I shouldn't even be talking to you after what you did.”
“Great, you’re here to castigate me.” He sighed. “Let me have it. It won’t make my day any worse.” Nothing could.
“I should castrate you but”—she grinned—“that was one of Alison’s favorite things about you.”
He laughed. He hadn’t expected that but then the laughter died making the silence even more severe. “I doubt that’s the case now that she's no longer pregnant. I don't think Irene’s hormones will be helping keep her parents together anymore. Shame it didn’t work. My lit
