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Tracy Malcolm ran off with Hope and she was never coming back. Milana now wishes the girl to suffer like she'd never suffered before. That woman was nothing to Milana anymore, she wanted nothing to do with her. The moment she suspected this of Tracy, she should have just taken Hope. But the fact that she still trusted the girl while suspecting her hurt. It hurt that she trusted her so blindly. Tracy was supposed to be someone she knew the best. Someone who would never betray or break her trust. Someone she could always rely on.
But she turned out to be a backstabbing bitch.
Milana reached for the small box with the ribbon, and she toom out the letter Hayley wrote to her. Hayley trusted her to take care of her daughter. But she failed. She failed to protect Hope from her own flesh and blood.
From the person Milana had trusted with her life.
Milana looked through the box to see the letter Hayley had written for Hope now suddenly gone. The girl gripped onto the handle, and she dug her nails into it. She always knew she wouldn't be coming back. “She took the letter meant for Hope.”
Milana let out a breathless sigh. The young woman looked to the closet and she stood up. She firstly had to make sure Dahlia died before she could go after her daughter. Dahlia died first, then Tracy Malcolm.
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Freya was in the sitting room off of the compound, where she was waving a sage smudge stick in the air as she continued casting her spell when Milana entered, in some fresh clothes, looking ready for a fight. Elijah who was leaning against the window, looking out at the now-raging storm, turndd to look at the Ramirez woman. He pushed himself off, and he whispered, “Milana.”
“I'm not here for any sappy bullshit. I'm here, so we can finally get rid of your raging bitch of an aunt,” Milana told Elijah straight. Freya looked at Elijah, but she didn't say anything. She just continued to chant on, “Miri benet midicen...”
Suddenly, Rebekah walked in and joined them, followed by Marcel. “It's done! I'm de-linked from those children, the coven's almost grateful, and we even beat the rain—oh, Milana, hey.” Milana looked at the woman, and she just nodded before focusing her attention back on Freya.
