Poison

“Ten years can make a lot of difference,” Jim told me. “I think sometimes people deserve another chance to right their wrongs.”

“I won’t be making any more wrongs,” I told him. “Not where Anna is concerned, I swear.”

“Good,” he said, and walked us through to the dining room. “Because believe me, Lucas, if there’s another wrong to be righted, I’ll be righting it my fucking self.”

“You’d be very welcome to,” I told him, and thanked my lucky fucking stars when he got me a beer.* * *AnnaYou know, it’s a strange thing.

There’s so much in life you think is toxic. You think you know so much about what you are allergic to, and what is bad for you, and evil and poisonous.

So many people tell you what to avoid, and what will do you harm, and what is setting out to destroy you.

But poison is often in the places we least expect it.

Sometimes the antidote looks like the curse, and sometimes the curse looks like the cure.

And after all that – a decade of twists and turns – there was one thing definitely for sure…

Lucas Pierce wasn’t the poison.

Lucas Pierce was the cure, the antidote for a better life, and a future full of nothing but love.THE END