Chapter 196--- Captured

Arielle

Meredith is on her knees.

Not sitting.

Not slumped.

On. Her. Knees.

Her fucking knees.

Her hands are clasped together so tightly her knuckles are bone-white, fingers trembling like they might snap clean off. Her hair is wild, sticking to her tear-soaked cheeks, mascara streaked dow...

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