Serena's POVOn the third day after the kidnapping, the head kidnapper handed me a phone."Call your family. Get the money."I took it. Scrolled through my contacts. One by one.First, Dad. Rang out. Voicemail.Second, Stephen. Nothing.Third, Bianca—rang and rang and rang, then silence.I stared at the last name. Edward.Pressed call."Hello?""Edward!" My voice shot up, trembling on cue. "You need to bring money—now! They said—they said if they don't get it today, they're gonna cut off my fingers!"The music on his end was deafening—like some kind of party. I paused. "What… where are you?""Serena, it's Bianca's birthday party. I can't just leave."I gripped the phone tighter. "What the hell does that mean?""Just hang on. Soon as the party's over, I'll come get you.""But they said if the money doesn't come today—""Serena, it's one night. Don't be dramatic, okay?"I went quiet for a few seconds. Then, softly: "You promised. You said you wouldn't let anything happen to me."A beat o
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