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It was just… empty. I was tired. Tired of trying. Tired of being misunderstood. Tired of losing. My mom knocked softly on the door again. “Mace? Do you want me to make you tea after all?” I took a shaky breath. “Maybe later.” “Okay. I’ll leave you to rest.” When she left, I finally picked up my phone again. Just to turn it off. But before I could, a notification flashed across the screen. New Headline: “Inside Macey Carter’s Meltdown—What Really Happened Outside Sterling & Co.”

She seemed sad, a broken sort of emotion overcoming her features. I felt a trickle of shame run down my neck, as I stared at the dejection in her eyes. She pulled her hair up, thread tangled between her fingers, which she quickly twisted off, carefully tucking them away into a patchwork bag, with other scraps of fabric. “Heron. I can’t just go to anyone. I need it to be believable for my father. All of the women I know would take the opportunity and run with it, but they could never convince my father. They’re not-“

She looked up into his eyes before looking down at the paper. With slightly trembling hands, she grabbed the paper and brought it near her face. She slowly lowered the paper once she was done reading it. It was a letter, a letter from her uncle. Looks like her uncle and Marco are aware of the situation. They know that Evandros has held her captive and are requesting him to free her. They believe he is doing this to her for revenge and revenge is the truth but...who's gonna tell them? The situation runs deeper than their worst possible thoughts.

I reassured her. "I'm afraid to share what happened to me because I don't want to lose you," Stella expressed. I could sense her fear and hesitancy, but I wanted her to know that I would never abandon her for something beyond her control. I wanted her to trust me enough to confide in me.

I asked, my eyes darting back to the TV. "BREAKING NEWS!!! LATE NIGHT BREAK-IN AT COLGATE UNIVERSITY MUSEUM OF ANTHROPOLOGY, UNIVERSITY STAFF THERON WILSON CURRENTLY HOSPITALISED AFTER ENCOUNTER WITH PERPETRATORS." And on the right side of the TV screen, they projected an image of Theron for identification. I instantly shot off the chair, running upstairs for a quick change. Granny was saying something, but I couldn't quite catch it in my rush. Hurrying back downstairs, I grabbed my spare key and stepped outside, hailing the first taxi I could find.

But just as I begin to relax, a scout rushes into the clearing, his face pale. “There’s something you need to see,” he says urgently. Ansel leaves everyone on edge as I exchange a glance with Ansel, knowing that while one battle has ended, our journey is far from over. THE END

The odds seemed stacked against her, and the weight of the situation was almost unbearable. Nysaa then noticed another set of documents and a journal that Dr. Ruiz had managed to salvage before her house was demolished. These items were precious to her, a small piece of her past that had survived Mace's ruthless actions. She realized that the journal contained the story of her foster mother's life, the pain she had endured, and the vendetta she held against the Sinclair family, especially Mace.