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I looked back at the driver who gave a slight bow to Xander before he left. The connection was clear: Xander's knowing look could only mean one thing - he had been informed about the driver's plan to bring me here.
Then, I turned to Xander who folded his arms. He spoke, “I thought you agreed to leave.”
I said firmly, “I changed my mind.”
“Why?” He asked, with his eyes locked on mine.
“It's a long story, and I feel concerned about that child. I feel guilty too.”
“Guilty?” he repeated, his brows furrowed.
“Well, I had a nightmare about that child the other night. He died with the same physical symptoms we saw.” I clenched my fists, my voice rising. “If only I had been able to stop the murderer before that incident, all these wouldn't be happening.”
Xander's expression turned th
