Cold, deep, breaths keep pushing their way out of my lungs. The feeling of my fingernails digging into my skin reminds me that this is not a dream. I want to look up but my eyes are glued to my feet, I dare not move. How did this happen? I was supposed to be here. I was supposed to look after her. I should have been here. Why did they do this? How could they...
Why did they kill my best friend?
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RomanceThe witness of her best friends murder will drive her life out of control and into the hands of someone dangerous.
