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Karli was going to be sick. Swear to God. Her stomach rolled at the thought of what she was walking in to. Why did she think this was a good idea?
The entire block was dark. Faded street lights tried to break through the inky blackness, but they failed as miserably as Karli feared she would fail.
Everything in her told her to turn around and run. Get the hell away from there. Away from certain death. She wanted to. She could disappear. Vanish into the night like she did when Tonya broke into her apartment. Walk away. Hide. Never show her face again.
She sucked in a breath and told that scared woman inside her to shut the f**k up. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she ran again. The first time, she wasn’t leaving someone behind, not knowingly. She didn’t walk away from som
