Chapter 69 Something More Meaningful Than Revenge

Abigail woke up on an unfamiliar couch.

The air carried a faint scent of aromatherapy mixed with oranges — soft and quiet.

She didn't open her eyes right away. She just lay there, listening. The low hum of the air conditioner. The distant flow of traffic. And one steady, even breath.

A woman.

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