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13. The Sacrifice

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last update Last Updated: 2025-04-21 23:38:38

SOFIA

I read somewhere that when someone turns to the dark side, the first thing they must cut off is their friends and loved ones. I told myself that over and over again until I started to believe it myself, and I accepted that if I wanted to enter this dangerous world of scheming and deceit, I would need to cut off everyone from my old life.

But sitting across from Valentina, the only person who had been there for me since day one, it seemed like an impossible task.

“So are we going to talk about it?” she asked calmly. We were sitting across from each other in the living room, the silence stretching between us like an invisible hand and wrapping around us tightly.

“Talk about what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“The fact that you’ve been pushing me away, Sofia,” she said. “I haven’t heard from you in weeks. I keep trying to reach out, but you don’t answer my calls or reply my texts. I’ve texted you everywhere I possibly can, but you always ignore my messages. And I’ve been here ov
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