Page 59 of Lucky Hit

"I want to talk to you alone. Without her," she adds in a sneer, not hiding her dislike for Morgan.

"Yeah, right. Not happening," Morgan laughs and points her house key at her. "I suggest you scurry away back to whatever hole you crawled out of. I'll call my friends if I have to. My friend's boyfriend here is quite the fighter, and you really wouldn't want to be on the opposing side of his anger. Or mine for that matter!" she snaps, throwing her arm around my shoulders and pulling me close.

The woman flinches and takes a step back. She regards Morgan with cautious eyes before turning her gaze back to me.

"Is that what you want, Octavia?"

How does she know my name? My heart pounds in fear, hands beginning to tremble.

"Who are you talking about? We don't even know an Octavia, you wack job," Morgan lies smoothly. She steps in front of me, as if to shield me, and pulls her phone out of her coat pocket. "Last chance. All I have to do is send one message, and you'll be in for a whole world of trouble."

"Just take this. I’m sure I'll see you soon." The woman reaches towards me and holds out a small piece of paper.

Against my better judgment, I grab it with my trembling hands. She gives me one last look and turns around to walk away.

When she disappears, I peel open the folded paper. I take in a sharp breath as I read the messy writing scribbled on the paper, feeling the bile rise in my throat.

I've missed you, baby girl. Love, Mom.

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