You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce slowly walked up to Charlotte, her voice calm and soft.

She looked down at Charlotte from above, a quiet smile blossoming on her lips.

"Do you have any wet wipes?" She reached out, asking Luther.

She knew Luther had a serious cleanliness problem now and could not stand other women touching him.

She's seen a few times where office personnel have accidentally touched him and he's had to wipe up with a wet paper towel for a long time afterwards.

She also knew in her heart that he made an exception for her. Or maybe it had something to do with her that he had developed such a serious cleanliness problem.

So, he usually carried it with him.

Sure enough, Luther took the wet wipes he carried from inside his coat pocket and handed them to Joyce.

Joyce took it and removed the wet wipes.

Charlotte, she slowly and methodically wiped her beloved pistol, carefully, inside

was too

clean again, he then discarded the wet paper towel on

pain was so extreme that she could no

with her last breath, her face twisted like a ghost, questioning with all her might, “You ... lied to

you who's been lying. Why can't we lie to you? What? How does it

dreamed of

to leave the opportunity to

rotten building, he never made

large amount of blood from her mouth and looked at Luther as if

her own eyes that the bullet hit his heart, and to this day, his coat still

How was that possible?

he

of a ghost knocking on her door after all

Luther laughed softly.

her, he opened the buttons of his coat

breast pocket of the suit, a special pin