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Chapter 83 The Park

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Marion's POV

The cab screeches to a stop, and cold air claws at my skin the second I step out. The city hums somewhere behind me, far away from this quiet patch of darkness.

I pull my hospital gown tighter across my chest, its thin fabric doing nothing against the cold. My legs feel shaky, like they’re learning how to move again.

Each breath hurts. Each step feels heavier. But I keep going.

The park looks wrong. The benches, the old swings, even the trees—all of it feels foreign, stretched thin by the dark. The lamps flicker weakly, throwing ghosts across the pavement.

“Where the hell are you, Brian…” I mutter, digging through my pocket for my phone.

It takes everything in me to hold the damn thing steady. I hit call. It rings twice before he picks up.

“Marion?”

“I’m here,” I whisper.

“Far left corner. Be quick.”

Then silence.

A chill crawls up my spine. Something feels… off. But I’m too desperate to care.

I need to end this.

So I keep moving, following the path, counting my steps l
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