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Kaya’s POV.

With each passing second that we root deeper into the depths of the alley, my stomach is filled with blue butterflies.

Melissa and I are grabbing each other’s hands; the aura of delight is obvious in our connection. When we are finally out of here, I’m sure I won’t be able to thank her enough.

She really did give me a chance. She saved me from an eternity of pain. She didn’t have to, but she did, risking everything—risking her life.

My jaw drops to the ground metaphorically at the sight before when we arrive at the end of the alley—it’s the woods.

Oh, my... I cannot believe this. I’m actually inside the woods. I turn to my back to see the alley, now seeing that it’s a canal that leads into the woods. But I am amazed at how the gate is opened, not chained close.

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