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Chapter 12 || Saved
It doesn't hit me until much later how alone I am or the emptiness I felt from a long ago suddenly felt heavy.
I tilted my head heavenward, trying to find an answer that was most probably not there, wondering if there were really an omnipotent being watching, unseen from above that could answer my questions.
I blew out a breath.
My mind drifted to my adopted mother. Did I regret killing the woman that has given me everything a mother should have?
Absolutely not.
Do I feel sad sitting on the kitchen counter with the deafening silence around me?
No.
Killing Rose had been in her and mine's best interest. I either kill her to make an entrance into Vincenzo's secret life or get killed by the criminal organization by association with me when they'll discover my lies.
For the nth time, I pick up my phone and stared at it, begging for it to ring or something because sometimes the deafening silence becomes too much that it feels like dr
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