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Austen's POV The emptiness left by the broken bond made it hard to breathe. I scrambled up from the floor with only one thought in my head: find her. Find her, no matter the cost. "Get the flyer ready!" I roared into my communicator. "Contact all border patrols! Lock down every exit!" "Austen, you need to calm down..." Seraphina tried to grab my arm. "Calm down?" I shook her hand off, my voice a low growl. "My mate is gone! She wasn't throwing a tantrum. She was escaping."

But he's not giving up on Zeenah that easily, he'll come back for her when the time is right. * Zeenah was sitting outside the large courtyard of her uncle's house. A book in one hand and a cup of cold hibiscus drink in the other hand. She was reading a book titled, 'Man, what makes him a fool' by Abu Mazeedah. It's an amazing read she won't hesitate to recommend to anyone. Her phone which was laying on her body rang and Zeenah felt like ignoring the call and proceeding with her reading. But then she picked up the call and noticed it was a new number.

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

Trembling, I reached for my phone and dialed emergency services. The pain made my consciousness blur, and in my dazed state, I thought I saw Lucas whispering in my ear when he marked me. “I will always love you and protect you.”

“I prayed and asked for an angel. And my prayers were answered.” “What? Are you saying a miracle happened?” Julia asked. “Yes, I was so sick that when I went to get water, I fell down a flight of steps.” “Oh Lord! I knew I should have never left there alone.” Uncle Yazzy exclaims. “I was badly bruised, and I could not quench my thirst. I must have crawled to the kitchen for water and I collasped in front of the refrigerator door.” “Stop, this sounds awful.” Her auntie said.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Then, from the shadows, a girl’s voice rose—a younger version of herself, whispering: “If silence is survival, then breaking it is rebirth.” The elders turned, their mouths opening wide, but no words emerged. Their silence fractured, splintering like glass. Shards fell into the dust, glinting like stars. Mama’s lips trembled, and for the first time she whispered, Promise. The name rippled through the square, shaking the elders’ circle apart. Promise woke with a gasp, her palms sweating. She grabbed her notebook, scrawling in the dark: Breaking silence is not betrayal. It is birth.

I would not be broken. Not by them. Not by anyone.

Inside are children's books about dinosaurs, gorgeous hardcover editions with detailed illustrations. There's a note on top in handwriting I recognize now. "For Julian's collection, and for you, some peace." Underneath the dinosaur books is another book, slim and elegant, poetry about resilience and finding yourself. My hands shake as I open it and see an inscription on the inside cover in Marcus's careful script. Elena, you are not lost, you are not broken, you are becoming, and becoming is the bravest thing anyone can do, keep going. I read it three times, something in my chest cracking open, not breaking but opening like a door.

I can't find the energy to break it, which makes me hate these stupid drugs that they keep giving me. "You can do this, if you break the tape, then we'll be okay. You need to do this, Henry, I know you can do it," Stephen whispers to me in a calm voice even though l can still hear the tremble beneath his words. I focus for a second before using every ounce of my energy to pull on the tape. When I hear it rip a tiny bit, a sense of hope runs through my body and I keep going. I hear footsteps in the hallway before the huge door creaks open and I freeze, knowing I'll get killed if they see me trying to break out.