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CHAPTER 27

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MIA'S POV

The private conference room felt too small, like the walls were closing in. Bree stood by the window with her back to me, her shoulders tense and her hands clenched into fists.

"Bree," I said quietly. "Please. Just tell me what the administrator was talking about."

She didn't turn around. "He was lying. That's what they do. They twist things and make them sound worse than they are."

"Then help me understand. What is he twisting?"

She was quiet for so long I thought she might not answer. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.

"I died in an ambulance crash. I was running from someone who wanted me dead, a corrupt cop named Eli who I'd been stupid enough to date. When I found out what he really was and what he'd done, he pulled a gun on me. So I ran. I took an ambulance and I fled, and I was driving so fast and so scared that I wasn't paying attention to the road." She took a shaky breath. "And I hit someone. A pedestrian who ran into the street. I don't
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