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head. Warm blood touched my fingers. My mother rushed over, but she did not look at the wound.
She grabbed my bag.
I held it tighter.
Her mask finally fell. “Give it to me, Claire.”
I looked up at her. “You planned this.”
Her mouth twitched.
Evan stepped closer. “No one planned anything. You just forced us.”
I laughed then. It hurt so badly I almost vomited.continue reading …
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