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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 | 3548
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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ;
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"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐄 do now?" Don asked.
...
"Norman's getting shipped out, Rylee might be sent with him, we lost the rope, and Emma can't move because her leg's broken." He said worriedly.
"Emma will recover in no time. And we can make more rope. The escape will happen! We'll make it work. Right now, our priority has to be Rylee and Norman." Ray says.
"But why... Why is Norman being shipped?" Gilda asked him.
"The next shipment Mom was talking about must have been moved up to take Norman. That's what she meant by 'things have changed.'"
"Not just that... Even sister is dead." Gilda said sadly.
"She looked completely fine this morning. She was doing laundry with a smile, but now she's gone for good..." Don says.
Rylee sat on the ground with his brother, he just remained with a sad face.
Ray then aggressively kicked a metal bucket in front of him, causing Elijah to slightly flinch from the noise.
. . .
"Emma."
She quickly opened her eyes, turning her head to face Norman.
She then reached her hand out towards him, he took her hand in his.
Emma teared up.
"Don't worry. We only lost the rope." Norman said with a cheerful smile on his face.
"What are you saying?" She asked.
"The plan's not done for just yet. Your leg's gonna heal soon, too."
"Forget about that! We've gotta do something about your shipment!" Emma exclaimed.
"The escape plan will work out."
"You're coming with us. Both you, and Rylee. You both gotta be there!" She argued.
Norman then gently placed her hand down.
"Hang on. Let me get you some water." He said, with the cheerful smile he's kept up for too long now.
