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Meeting Miranda

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ELARA

"Are you sure you want to go? You don't have to do this, sweetheart."

I looked up at my father and smiled softly, reaching up to gently tap his cheek in an affectionate, familiar gesture I'd been performing since I was a little girl trying to talk my way out of trouble. "I'm going, Dad. And I promise you, I will be completely safe."

Ever since I'd received Miranda's unexpected text two days ago and agreed to honor her invitation to meet, my entire family had been operating in a state of n
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