Sinful Vows
I wanted to believe it was all just a wild, painful coincidence.
Emily shook her head slowly, her eyes, usually so soft and kind, were now filled with a cold, unsettling certainty. Her hands, clasped around her own mug, were trembling, and I could see the fine tremor of fear that ran through her body. She was a different person in this grimy, windowless room, a ghost of the vibrant, kind woman who served coffee at the local diner. The world we were a part of was a cruel, relentless thing, and it was twisting her into something unrecognizable, something harder, something colder.
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