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Eighty Six
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2025-02-20 23:00:00Renée
The moment the call drops, my heart sinks into my stomach. I pull the phone from my ear, staring at the dark screen. The battery’s dead. It hadn’t fully charged when I took it off earlier to call Alessandro. I groan in frustration as I fumble to connect it to the charger. My hands are trembling as my mind races back to his last words. I couldn’t quite catch them, but he said something about Emilia.
I don’t know what he said she was, but I’m scared.
My fingers fumble with the charger until I finally manage to plug it in. The phone lights up, the charging symbol glowing on the screen. I impatiently stare at it, praying it will charge faster.
What did he mean?
Why did he sound so terrified?
What did he see during that video call?
And what did Emilia see that made her sprint out of here so fast?
Why did he want me to find Marco and Mateo and have them take me away from here? These people a
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