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Chapter 71

Author: Rikki
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-12 00:18:13

KARLINE’S POINT OF VIEW

I hugged my bag closer, trying to shake off the ache in my chest when suddenly I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Karline?”

I turned. It was Mia, sitting inside her little blue car, the window rolled down.

She frowned. “Why are you walking alone at this hour? Where’s your car?”

I hesitated before replying softly, “I… sold it.”

Her eyes widened. “You what?”

I tried to smile, though it barely reached my lips. “It’s okay. I needed the money. Walking helps me clear my head anyway.”

“Clear your head?” she repeated, disbelief in her tone. “Karline, it’s freezing outside. Get in the car. I’ll drop you home.”

“Mia, no, it’s fine,” I said quickly. “It’s not that far..”

She gave me that look, the kind that left no room for argument. “Karline Russo, if you don’t get in this car right now, I swear I’ll drag you myself.”

A small, tired laugh escaped my lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stubborn. Now, move.”

With a sigh, I gave in and slid into the passen
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if she really has no other choice why wait.... suck pride and self respect when the life of your child is at stake..
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