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Chapter 185

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GREECE

When I came to, the first thing I noticed was the softness beneath me. It wasn't the rough beach towel or the stiff club chair I'd last remembered. This was different - plush, luxurious, with sheets that felt like something my mother would put up in her room.

My head throbbed, a persistent reminder of the previous night's events, each pulse sending sharp pain through my temples.

Memories crashed into me like waves - Michael forcing the drink down my throat, the red-haired woman who saved me, the dizzy walk down the hallway, and then... Colson. The gun. The body. Blood spattering, warm and wet against my face.

Oh God. The reality of my situation sank in as I realized in had witnessed something I shouldn't have. Even worse from someone I shouldn't have seen.

The man I saw last night. That cold, empty look in his eyes, he was nothing like the man who offered to have lunch with me at that mall, the man who grinned over every little joke his daughters told and exuded extreme wa
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Hey guys, I'm trying to rectify the double chapter ASAP. As it's the weekend, it might not be rectified until Monday. Sorry for any inconveniences caused!

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