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Chapter 18: I've come this far

Author: Twistella
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-01 12:15:13

Arabella

Three days. That was all the time I had before Lucas returned.

I sat quietly in the kitchen.

Anna had already agreed to let me bake tomorrow evening. I’d asked innocently enough, and she’d smiled, pleased at how well I was “adjusting.” That part was settled.

Tomorrow would be the day I'd leave.

All I needed now were the pills.

My gaze flicked to the far corner, where the first aid box sat behind the counter—locked, but not unreachable.

It was just I and Sophie here right now. Now would be the best time.

“Let me help,” I said lightly, approaching Sophie with practiced calm as she sorted the vegetables for dinner.

She smiled and moved aside, letting me join in.

Sneaking into Anna’s room and getting her phone to contact Mona again was a lost cause. I didn't want to risk it.

I'd have to get out first, then call Mona later. That was the order. That was the only way.

I picked up a knife, its metal gleaming under the warm kitchen lights. My heart drummed a wild rhythm in my c
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