POV: LAURENAfter that chaotic night with Violet, the house’s security was tightened. Automatic gates, alarms, and 24-hour surveillance. Even so, the trauma kept me from sleeping. To try to ease my mind, I decided to write. The words started to flow, and for the first time, I seriously considered publishing a book. A raw, real account of my life and how I gained children who, though not mine by blood, became my reason for living, making me feel like a mother even before my own daughter was born.While I was reviewing what I’d written, my phone buzzed on the table. The number was unknown. My body froze for a few seconds, a wave of alertness washing over me.“Who could that be?” I murmured, my breathing heavy and my hands sweating.I took a deep breath, tapped the screen, and brought the phone to my ear.“Hello?” My voice came out low, hesitant.On the other end, an eerie silence. My heart raced.“We need to talk, Lauren,” a male voice said quickly, laced with tension from the other sid
Last Updated : 2025-07-27
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