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ISABELLA

I occasionally checked my phone to see if I got any message. A sack letter or anything. I pulled my knees underneath my face as I stared at the clock. It was past ten and I was waiting for Damien to come back.

He would help me, he had to know someone, after all he got me in, in the first place.

My phone blared, breaking my line of thoughts. I checked the caller id. It was a private number.

My hands shook as I picked it up to my ear. My soul and body ...