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Chapter 26 | There Is No Escape

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Grace

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I dialed Stella’s number, pressing the phone tight to my ear while messily shoving clothes into my old suitcase.

The moment she picked up, her voice cracked with panic. “Grace? Oh my God, Grace! Are you okay? Where the hell are you? We’ve been losing our minds since that psycho dragged you out of the hospital!”

“I’m… I’m at home right now,” I whispered, voice trembling. Tears burned my eyes as I zipped the bag halfway. “But I’m not staying. I’m leaving t
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