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“Perfect!” Kevin wrinkled his brow as he looked over my shoulder, finally glancing up at me. “What exactly is that?” “That would be that little microchip that I needed.” “That thing!” “I know, it’s tinny. And that makes it perfect. So now, I need to get a hold of Nick, tell him we have to go shopping.” “He hasn’t gotten anything yet?” “No, I told him that I didn’t want to yet; until I knew the size that I was looking at.”

Not his. Not mine. Not anymore.

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mum finishes. My stomach churns. “My job is my husband.” Mum shakes her head. “But who will look after you when you're old.” I purse my lips. “When the time comes I will know.” Nothing that they say can ruin the mood I'm in. Nothing. The dinner continues silently, the conversation light as time progresses. Back in my room, I start surfing through apartments and they're either too expensive or just too far away. I sigh remembering the apartment Cassian got for me. It's empty and he has too many houses to remember that one.

-I know, but I can't risk them taking you from me. -You're crazy, I yell at him. -I helped you because that's what I would have done for anyone. I'm not yours. -You are mine, and you will stay here. Because that's what I want,he yells at me angrily.

“Yeah, that’s the thing. My surgery got pushed back, so I’m going to be stuck here for a while. Can you pick her up from the airport and bring her to my apartment? You have my keys, right? I’ll owe you in beer for the next two months.” He could hear Lucas’s car shut off, and he got switched off speakerphone.

“The darkness took so long that light seemed like a myth. My hope was a joke to reality because truly, all odds were against me, and losing the most precious thing remaining in this dear life was about to happen. Late night weeping, daily efforts and struggle not to make things change, but to make sure I first don’t lose my sanity in this whole catastrophe. Maybe God knows me, maybe He really hears my silent cries, I couldn’t really tell. But what I knew for sure was that if I were Angela, I’d make sure I end this miserable life myself. Shame, disgust, and abuse, but Angela’s living was what kept me going. I so much want to see you live, and here it is. Mark! Mark! Mark! You must be wonderin

It couldn’t be a coincidence. “She kept them from me,” I muttered, more to myself than to Kai. “They’re mine.”

She sighed as she threw the letter on the table. "I don't! It could be anyone and this person is clearly stalking me! I started to sense that person when Edith was dying and it's frustrating me. I'm terrified." I confessed in fear as I hugged myself for comfort. "This is clearly not a recent thing. What's this secret that no one must find out?" Katty asked and I shook my head. "I can't tell you." "Then how do you expect me to help you? If you can't tell me then tell Elias so he can help you file a police report."

Without thinking, I move in its direction. Because I need answers. Answers Roman refuses to give me. The top of the desk is, like everything else in the apartment, free of debris except for a computer resting on it. Even in the shadowy darkness of the room, I can tell it's an older model. It isn't as sleek as the ones that are now being sold in stores. Are the drawers inside the desk as barren as everything else? I suck my lower lip into my mouth and bite down. There's no doubt that I would be livid if someone invaded my privacy by going through my belongings. That alone should be enough to make me back away and retreat to the bedroom.