CHAPTER FIFTY TWOTHE RECKONING
The wind rustled through the tall trees that lined the empty park, their leaves whispering secrets into the cool air. A grey sky loomed overhead, heavy with tension—almost like it knew what was about to happen. Arielle stood beside Damien’s car, arms folded, heart pounding. Her mother had agreed to meet her here. Neutral ground. Quiet. Secluded. The perfect place for confrontation. “You don’t have to do this alone,” Damien said, closing the car door behind him. His voice was calm but laced with caution. “I don’t trust her.” “I know,” Arielle whispered, glancing toward the path that wound deeper into the park. “That’s why I’m asking you to call the police. But tell them to wait for my signal. I need her to hear everything first.” Damien's brows drew together. “Are you absolutely sure?”
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