Chapter 111

  Emily's POV

  The shower was cold, or at least it felt so.

  The bread tasted stale.

  I got pissed at everything that was happening.

  I wanted to kick and punch and fight, and rant, and nag, and destroy.

  More than all, I wanted answers.

  Why am I the one all those things happened to?

  Couldn...

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