Chapter 58

  Olivia Martins

  I couldn't stop shaking.

  Karen's blood soaked into the floorboards, sticky and metallic, thick in the air. I sobbed uncontrollably, the sounds raw and animalistic, my wrists burning where the binds had rubbed them raw. Her body had gone still. Limp. Cold. Dead.

  "No..." I whisp...

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