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Ongoing, First published Apr 15, 2021
I sit in the armchair looking into the man's eyes in bewilderment and pure confusion.

"Welcome home Elvyne. Now I think that it is finally time that you are able to meet your real family after all these years don't you? Come in boys!" He tells me

A group of men suddenly walk in throughout the door, obviously unaffected by the small, defenceless girl had just been kidnapped and told that her abusive father stole her from her real family when she was young. 

And I'm guessing that they have been standing there this whole time. Oh God!

"So this is the Girl then boss? Then one you've talked about finding all these years? " A tall man with tattoos says, daring to be the first to speak in the tense moment.

I try to ignore the curious gazes of the new guest and block out the evident whispers and faces. But fail and give in to their silent wishes, finally lifting my head to meet all their gazes and let them all see my face.

"Yes. Yes she is."
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