Heloise stood frozen in place, her face more vacant than ever before. She suddenly turned around, staring in the direction the gunshot had come from, her breathing nearly stopping.No.No way.The guard from the reception room walked out and looked into the distance as well.“Oh, that was from the execution grounds. A death-row inmate was executed today—a slum escapee. Everyone was disgusted by him and didn’t dare get close. Good riddance.”“…”Heloise stood there, struggling to breathe. The hand holding the phone dropped weakly to her side. It took her a long time to find her voice again.“I think I left my notebook inside. I’m going back to get it.”As soon as she finished speaking, Heloise lifted her legs and ran back inside, completely ignoring the guard’s attempts to stop her.He couldn’t be dead.She wouldn’t let him die!…At dusk, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the president’s office at the Wordsworth’s Consortium reflected the gloomy sky outside.The weather had been oppress
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