BELLABella found the safehouse just before sunrise. Tucked behind a row of abandoned apartments, it was barely more than four concrete walls, a creaky door, and a mattress on the floor, but it was a shelter. She stepped inside, her clothes damp with sweat and fear, and let the door fall shut behind her. The silence that followed felt like relief.Her limbs trembled. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was the pressure building from within, the weight of what she had to do. Bella curled into a corner, pressing her forehead to her knees. Her breathing slowed. The pain was familiar now. So was the guilt. But beneath the exhaustion, something else stirred: purpose. A quiet, burning resolve. She’d promised to come back. To make things right. To finish what she had once tried to burn.Two days passed.She stayed low. Changed the SIM card on her burner phone. Ate very little. Slept even less. Her mind stayed busy, haunted. On the third morning, a message came through. It was Amelia."Lisa finally
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