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Stepping into the den of the devil

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Olivia POV

Honestly, there are decisions you make slowly. Calculated. Thought-through. Even the toughest yet the kind you carry like delicate glass. The ones you stare at your reflection in the mirror and question if it was you? Was it really worth it? If you had to risk not just yourself but your sanity.

Then there are the ones you make with your heart pounding and your mother’s life hanging by a thread.

Because this was the latter.

By the time the cab stopped a block from the building, my hands had gone numb, my legs sore, and sweat against my forehead, another trickling down my spine. The check burned inside my bag like a ticking bomb, like I could feel every dollar weighing down my backbone.

However, the explosion was where I was literally walking into.

My phone buzzed suddenly and I glanced at the notification. It was Sophia leaving a dozen unreplied messages.

A sigh escaped my lips. I hadn’t told Sophia. I hadn’t even answered the hospital slightly because I was overwhelmed by t
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