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Chelsea grips my shoulder
painfully. “I don’t need you defending
me. You can feed her all the lies you
want, but it isn’t going to change my
mind. This ends here,” she growls.
She cocks the gun and points it to my
temple. I look at the child I love more
than myself. The child who brought so
much sunshine to my world. I mouth, I
love you, as the cold metal digs into me.
