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I hope you like it. Cedric

“Hopefully, it won’t be long.” XXX

How I want this night not to finish… Hope you love it...

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Only one text immediately caught my attention. Unknown Number I hope you're happy now. I hope yes to make the most of the destruction of my life. I'll see you when I see you.

"Ah, little one... I hope you're fucking ready for me to wreak havoc on your fucking perfect, little soul because now that I've found you, I'm not fucking letting you go..." I close the message without waiting for a reply.

Sarah nodded. "It's absolutely you." Emma laughed as she wiped away a tear. "Roman isn't going to know what hit him." Daisy looked at herself in the mirror again. For a long moment she didn't say anything. Then she smiled. A quiet... Certain... Happy smile. "I found it." Across the city, Roman's phone buzzed. A message from Harper. She found the dress. Roman smiled to himself. Then slipped his phone back into his pocket. "You look suspicious." Noah said.

Meanwhile, Sophia was still looking gleefully at me. She had said, "Serves you right for putting on that hardworking front. What are you going to research now, huh?" I had retorted, "You idiot! Do you know what's inside the test tubes? Those are virus samples of a highly contagious disease! You'll be put behind bars!" Sophia had looked panicked briefly. She didn't believe it at first, but when she saw my stern expression, she had decisively grabbed the rag on the table and held it tightly against my nose and mouth.

] My fingers stiffened as I scrolled down. Last holiday, Jess had told me she had to work overtime on a last-minute project, pulling an all-nighter. On Sonny's feed, there were two intertwined hands, fireworks lighting up the riverside behind them. On the woman's wrist was a small red mole—one I knew all too well. On the last Valentine's Day, Jess had said her best friend was heartbroken and needed company. Sonny had posted a photo of two movie tickets—Before Sunset—with the caption: [Watching an old film with the one I love.]

"Little bean wants some peanut butter, would you like to sit and eat with me?" She unfolds the chair and sits before opening the jar to scoop out a glob of peanut butter and plopping it into the bowl. I get down from the cot and sit as she sets the bowl down in front of us. I'm not a huge peanut butter fan, but I am hungry. I press our nose to Jess's knee as thanks before licking the bowl clean. "I haven't been able to get any information off the tag. It's encrypted, beyond my capabilities of decrypting, which is basically none." I just look at Jess as she talks. I lick over and over in an effort to remove the peanut butter from our tongue. This is why I'm not a fan. "Makes me wonder if you'