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S3 ⊰ 1 ⊱ The Price of Family: Part 1
The walls of the interrogation room seem to close in around me as I sit alone at the metal table, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting an eerie glow on the gray walls. My heart pounds in my chest, a sickening feeling twisting in my gut.
How did I get here..?
My mind drifts back to just a few hours ago, walking out of class after taking my Electromagnetic Theory midterm exam.
The cool autumn breeze felt refreshing on my skin after being cooped up in the stuffy classroom for hours. I had been looking forward to seeing Levi, who Marcel trusted to drive me to and from campus for the second time this semester—2 hours away from home.
As I stepped out of the building, I saw Levi, sitting on a bench, waiting for me. With a small smile on his face, he stood up, asking, “So, how was it?”
I couldn’t help but grin, the weight of my pre-exam anxiety quickly lifting from my sho
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