Page 103 of Finding Fate

2 am. Back room.

Come alone, or I'll find and sell the girl.

Terror snakes down my spine at the last words that scroll across.

You know I can and will.

Through the silence, I process the last ten overwhelming minutes. I do know he’ll get his hands on Mya and sell her; he does it every day, and would probably find enjoyment in causing me more pain. So this is personal now. He knows exactly who I am and that we've met before; guess the slip of my wig that night was more damning than I realized at the time. But who would’ve thought it would get this far? That he would be able to get this far? The more I think about it, the more him having an inside guy makes sense.

One thing’s for certain, no one else will be hurt because of me.

This started with me and it’ll end with me.

Only me.

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