92

Alone with Donna in the dimly lit room, my mind raced with desperation. I knew I had to find a way to stop my deranged uncle and save my children before it was too late. The pain in my thigh and arm was a constant reminder of the threat I faced, but I refused to give in to despair.

I decided to speak to Donna once more, hoping that I could somehow appeal to her greed or sense of self-preservation. As I began to speak, my voice was laced with urgency, "Donna, please, I'll give you anything you want. Money, power, anything. Just help me save my kids."

Donna turned to me with a cold expression, her eyes devoid of any sympathy. "You think I'm that easily bought, Lin? You and your family treated me like trash, and now you expect me to help you? Not a chance in hell. You very clearly knew all these years what exactly it was I wanted and yet you just led me on, only to drop me for that whore Meghan."

My heart sank, realizing that Donna was too deeply entrenched in her own self-made bitternes