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088. Good Riddance

Author: Rosewillz
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-16 23:35:20

Jordan’s POV

I turned away, unable to hold her stare anymore. I glanced back at Amelia, who was biting her lip to stop herself from speaking, yet no words came out. Her pain was visible, her hands gripping the edge of her seat as if preparing for a crash.

The engine was silent now as the car came to a slow stop. I looked out the window,  grateful for the short distraction. It was obvious that we had arrived at the safe house. The sun left its presence on us as we alighted.

I stepped outside and took a deep breath, the cold air doing nothing to settle my own inner chaos. As Amelia’s whispered cry of Andrew’s name echoed in my ears,  Sierra’s accusation that Andrew’s betrayal was not a choice but a result of desperation rattled through my body.

Sierra stepped out of the car behind me, looking over the horizon. “You can hate him as much as you want,” she said softly, as if reading my mind.

“But remember sometimes people do the wrong things for the right reasons. And sometimes they don’
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