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Chapter 42
[Atlas]
I have no choice but to call the police.
As soon as I tell Sydney this, she starts to cry.
“But Atlas, don’t you see? I did it for you!” she weeps as she grabs my knees, begging. “I did it for us.”
Disgusted. I stand, avoiding her grasping hands while I text my brother. She keeps calling my name as I pace back and forth. Seeing me otherwise occupied, she leaps to her feet and grabs a small bag from inside of the cleavage of her dress. Opening it, she tilts it above her mouth.
I move to grab it, but she takes a large step backward. The white po
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