From Collateral to Queen
ond, Molly glided over, a pot of steaming soup in her ha
back for your supplies," she said, her voice dripping w
who I was. I sa
ire pot of boiling soup cascading down my arm. I
. But as she leaned in, pretending to help,
t a desperate ol
Caleb rushed over, his eyes blazing
ng me away from Molly. "Are you tha
ing skin. The pain was so intense I stumbled backward, crashing
ugh me, a pain so deep it stole m
already fussing over Molly, exami
ght now," he said, his voice thick with panic. He swept her up
friends. They stared at me, their face
d Rick, swaggered over.
rring slightly. "Caleb told us you're always av
ched f
my feet, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, an
screamed, m
thers just laughed. I slammed the
collapsed onto the floor, my hand instinctively going to my abdomen.
ne, my fingers fumb
t's your
sper. "I think... I think
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