It’s not what you think.
She simply slid the phone onto the nightstand and stared back out into the night, wondering how long it would be before she felt like herself again, if she ever would.
And then, finally, she crawled into bed, pulled the blanket around her shoulders, and stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep that wouldn’t come.
Tomorrow, she would become a wife.
Tomorrow, she would become a bargaining chip.
Tomorrow, she would save her brother.
No matter the cost.
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