February 8ᵗʰ ─ 4:00 ᵖᵐ

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"If you're hearing this, I am inaccessible." Came Michael's sweet voice, but it was no longer comforting at the moment.

"Answer the goddamned phone, dammit!" I chucked my stupid cell phone across the room, it hit the wall with force and cracked with impact.

Now I couldn't call him even if I wanted to. I raced over to the door and grabbed my furry coat, I zipped it on my, pulling the hood over my head.

The only way for me to save Michael was to go to the Neverland Ranch. Even if I am endangering my own self.

But who could control a Cartwright, possessing a clouded mind, on the hunt to kill and a gun? No one.

Except another Cartwright.

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