Hailey's POV
I closed my eyes, I couldn't bear to see the bullet.
The warehouse felt colder suddenly, or maybe that was just me finally going still, finally giving in.
A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, slow and warm against skin that had already dried stiff with blood. I didn't wipe it away, I couldn't wipe it even if I wanted to, my hands were still tied. And even if they weren't, I didn't think I would have bothered honestly.
So this was what it meant to be a Norway.
It was not the silk dresses I wore, not the boardrooms, not the legacy carved in gold lettering, not the perfect family the world sees.
This.
A concrete floor, a chair and a gun pointed to my head.
Grandpa was wrong.
It wasn't Kingsley's family that was cursed, It was ours all along.
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