I took a deep breath, the decision solidifying within me, cold and hard as a diamond. I would use the money. I would take the painkillers. I would drink the damn tea. I have suffered at the hands of the Mafia; at least these items should be the beginning of my payback for the cruelty he has made me endure.
Why that of Isabella would be the total endgame that would wrap it all.
But I would not be pregnant. And I would not be anyone’s prophecy. I was Millicent, and my life, my messy, painful, complicated life, was still my own. For now.
I walked up to my room and sat on my bed, scrolling through my phone to see if there was any message from Isabella. Before I would go and apologize to my dad.
Just as I was about to call Isabella, a call came in from an unknown caller. I didn’t recognize
