Still, despite everything, the door to her bedroom had been slashed open, cracked wide with jagged marks like a screaming monster tearing through.
Debbie looked half-crazed, swinging a knife wildly, keeping the cops at bay. She pressed the tip of the blade against her chest, laughing and crying all at once.
"Carlos, I'm not signing those papers, even if it kills me! Dead or alive, I belong to you. This heart-" she jabbed toward her chest, "-this heart is Bruce's. If you keep pushing me, I'll die right here with Bruce's heart inside me! Haven't you done enough to him already? You really wanna watch the last piece of him vanish too? Can you live with that, Carlos? Can you?!"
Carlos's pupils tightened, his hand clenched hard at his side.
Debbie stared him down, completely unhing
