Haley

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“Mia? What’s wrong?” A loud, guttural sob echoes in my ear, and every muscle in my body tenses. I fist my free hand in the sheets but keep my voice calm. “What is it, sunshine?” “I-I …” She sobs again. “I k-killed him.” Adrenaline courses through my body. “Brad?” “Y-yeah,” she stammers.
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