“To karma,” I amended.
“Revenge,” she added, clinking her glass against mine, “is best served cold.”
I smirked, swirling my glass. “Or garnished with his last paycheck.”
Luis had taken years of my life, but he wouldn’t take my future. That belonged to me again.
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