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It was a new day, I was finally getting discharged today, and I was more than excited. Denise and David had been more than helpful to me, and still were.
“Let me help you with that,” Denise smiled, collecting my handbag from me as we made our way to the hospital’s underground lot.
For some odd reason, something didn’t feel right. Something felt like I was being watched.
“I feel like there’s something off,” I blurted out to Denise.
She waved it off. “It’s probably the paparazzi trying to get some photos. Dave said he saw a couple of them when he got here. Ignore them, they can’t come close.”
I nodded, but the feeling didn’t settle. This felt bigger than the paparazzi. It felt heavy and dark.
I was right.
The moment we approached David’s car, a loud shout rang out.
“There
