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Author: Olly Dy
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Third Person's POV

Zia's phone buzzed, interrupting the quiet evening she shared with Mira. She glanced at the screen and saw a text message from Grandpa Edward Audrey.

Grandpa Edward Audrey:

“Zia, you and Mira are the only ones I can trust. Here’s the address of the new hospital where Lorenzo is staying. Please visit when you can and ensure everything is alright.”

Zia read the message twice, her heart sinking slightly. She glanced at Mira, who was seated on the couch across from her, reading a magazine.

“It’s from Grandpa,” Zia said, holding up her phone. “He sent the address of Lorenzo’s new hospital.”

Mira looked up, her expression thoughtful. “Looks like he really does trust us.”

Zia nodded, gripping her phone tightly.

"So when are we going?" Mira asked.

"Tomorrow." Zia replied and Mira nodded her head.

Zia stared at her phone, the screen illuminating her conflicted expression. Raymond’s name glared back at her alongside the message he had just sent:

Raymond: “I want to take you
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