CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-THREE

MELO

She tries to shut the door but Isaiah's foot stops it from closing all the way.

"What's wrong? You don't want a big story?" I say and she shakes her head.

"Relax. I don't plan on hurting you. I just want to talk. Let us in."

She hesitantly steps back and allows us to pass. I stand in the center...

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