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determine whether I live or die. Whether
Willow does. I keep my breathing as even
as I possibly can. Sweat drips down my
temples, sending shivers down my spine.
Chelsea is stressed. I can tell. And
panicked people make hasty decisions.
My daughter is handcuffed to a table
in the middle of the room. My eyes blur
from the tears. I'm not allowed to get any
closer than this. Chelsea stands with a
gun to my head, promising that she'll pull
