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Mia
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October 28, 2022 Dear journal,
The arrests began with Cara's father. I was holding her in my arms when the agents took him away. Then, everything unfolded rapidly, and the scandals of our seemingly perfect little town came to light. The month of October feels like a fresh start for the entire community and for me. I welcome the return of the cold as a blessing, a return to peace and serenity after two months of hell. The last person to be arrested was Austin's father.
We witnessed it through the television in my parents' living room. They had already welcomed Austin to stay with us, despite my father's reluctance to have us share the same room. I hugged him tightly as I saw his jaw tense at the sight of his father handcuffed and pushed into a police car.
His father is believed to be involved in the influence and drug trafficking organized by the mayor and the police chief. He would be one of their main antagonists. Austin is relieved, but I can't fully comprehend what he must be feeling at this moment.
My cast and multiple bandages make it difficult for me to move around easily, so the house is still crowded. Cara and her sister spend most of their time here, for obvious reasons. And, of course, wherever Cara goes, Eddie follows. Their duo is rather unique, considering their contrasting fashion styles and ways of being.
At first glance, it would be unthinkable to consider them as a couple, and yet, once they are together, their love is undeniable.
Cara has regained the smile she had lost for some time, and I hope she never loses it again. The nightmares continue, and I don't think they will ever truly go away.
Sometimes, in the heart of the night, I find myself back in that dusty cellar with the taste of blood in my mouth. In those moments, I hold onto my memories and my clarity.
I have already escaped that cellar once, and I will do it as many times as necessary.
