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ANGEL’S POV My face had been burned. The picture in my hand was now just Ben and Curtis hugging a faceless person. Who had done this? Curtis and Ben were talking to the officers as I looked around trying to note everything that was broken and trying to see if anything was missing. Something caught my eye. I bent down and put my hand under the chair. It fumbled in my fingers as I pulled into the light and saw something I had seen to many times before. I shoved it in my pocket and closed my eyes tightly. I would handle this. My way. I headed over to the boys. “I need to pop out. I won’t be long.” “Angel are you ok?” “One of us will go with you.” I waved my hand at their attempts. They wouldn’t stop me. I stormed through the door and they were all sat around the table having t
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