That Killed Us 3

Chapter 3

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Chase set the bowl down and walked Sienna out. 

Silence folded over the room. 

A few minutes later, a prickling itch crawled over Lydia’s skin. She pushed up her sleeve—angry red welts were blooming across her 

arm. 

Her stomach dropped. She grabbed the half–finished bowl on the nightstand, peered into the broth tiny, almost invisible specks 

settled at the bottom. 

Finely ground peanuts. 

Her throat tightened. She had a severe nut allergy. 

She lurched out of bed, staggering to her desk to dig for her antihistamines–nothing. Panic surged. 

She remembered the last time she had accidentally eaten peanuts. She had gone into anaphylaxis, and Chase had sprinted with her on his back all the way to the ER. He’d saved her life. 

After that, Chase had started keeping her meds in the inner pocket of his jacket. 

Lydia braced a hand on the wall and forced herself into the hallway. No one was in the living room. The kitchen was empty. 

Then she heard something–a faint rustle–from behind the closed door of her parents‘ master bedroom. 

A cold dread climbed her spine. She shuffled toward it, inch by inch. 

Through the narrow slit of the door, she saw a scene that made her blood run still. 

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But Lydia only felt the sharp sting of irony. 

He had once remembered everything about her—every allergy, every craving, every dislike. He had known the exact days she’d need hot cocoa, the gifts that would light up her smile, the smallest detalls no one else noticed. 

But now? 

Since Sienna appeared, his heart had been split in two. 

Seventy percent of it might still belong to Lydia. 

But that missing thirty was enough to blind him to the peanuts sinking at the bottom of her soup, to the way she had gasped for air, to his own actions sliding further and further out of control. 

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