Chapter 17

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Chiara figures that she should call first. She made the mistake of abruptly dropping in on Ruslana, and that hadn't turned out too well. She can only imagine how Violeta would respond to her showing up, out of nowhere, on her front porch with nothing more than a guilty smile and a faint 'guess who?'

Yeah, no. That can't happen. Instead, she toys with her phone in her hand and wishes that she still had her old phone number – she's sure that it would make coming clean to Violeta a hell of a lot easier. She would call, Violeta would know as soon as she saw the caller ID, and that would be that.

Chiara unlocks her phone and hovers her finger over the call button for a moment. She nearly jumps out of her skin when her text message tone goes off and the device vibrates in her hand.

The message is from Ruslana, and is nothing more than a simple:

Chiara sighs and starts to type out a response, writing 'I'm about to tell her' before quickly deleting the text

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Chiara sighs and starts to type out a response, writing 'I'm about to tell her' before quickly deleting the text. The message seems too promising. She feels like if she were to click send, Ruslana would hold her to her words and as of right now, she's not sure if that's something she can do.

She wonders why it is that the thought of visiting Buika in prison seems more appealing than speaking to Violeta, even over the phone. Just as she's about to put off the whole ordeal one more day, her phone vibrates again.

Chiara groans and quickly clicks on the call button on her home screen, dialing a number that's been stuck in her head for days

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Chiara groans and quickly clicks on the call button on her home screen, dialing a number that's been stuck in her head for days.

"Hello?" The person on the other end picks up on the first ring, voice deep and husky and all too familiar.

"Hey, Omar. It's Chiara," Chiara responds, laying back on her couch and staring up at her ceiling.

"Who?" Omar responds before laughing at himself, "I'm kidding. It's me, Omar!"

 It's me, Omar!"

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