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It’s been a few weeks since I attacked Liam’s father, and I’ve become a shell of my former self.
I had a gnawing ache in my chest that made it hard to breathe. I kept replaying the scene in my head, the look of shock and betrayal on Liam's face as I plunged the knife into his father's chest.
The sound of Hailey's scream as I fled the scene, the sight of Dominic's blood on my hands. It was a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
I was hiding in a small, rundown warehouse on the wrong side of the city. My father had brought me here, told me to lay low until the heat died down. But the heat wouldn't die down.
I knew that for sure.
My guilt had lessened when I got news that Dominic was alive. That I hadn’t actually killed him. It made my actions bearable.
But now, I was left wi
