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CHAPTER 39: THE TRAP

Autor: Kene Smart
last update Data de publicação: 2026-03-14 00:04:58

ISLA'S POV

The panic hits in waves, a physical tide rising in my throat.

First wave: four hundred thousand dollars. A number so large it stops looking like money and starts looking like gravity.

Second wave: Mom’s medical care. Sixteen thousand dollars a month. The machinery, the nurses, the drugs keeping the MS at bay—all of it ending the second the acquisition is voided.

Third wave: Forty-eight hours. Two days to prove my father’s debt was real or lose the only life raft we have left.

My legs
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