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Melissa Maxton stood in the corridor behind the VIP section, spine flat to the wall, both fists buried knuckle-deep in her own hair like she could physically yank the thoughts out.
The plan was fucking dead.
Whatever slow, surgical strategy she’d spent weeks stitching together—millimetre by millimetre trust, the emotional equivalent of defusing a Claymore one wire at a time—that plan was now a corpse, and her eldest daughte ...
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