Chapter 42: Finally Over?
AVIA MY HEART was pumping so hard. I couldn't breathe in a normal way. My hand was trembling. All I could feel was the rough sensation of panic gushing through my veins. I was holding the magazine that I found at the bottom of the pile. I dropped my hands holding the magazine, held up my head as I gazed at the ceiling of the room. I breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling the dusty air that filled the whole room. I placed the back of my hand on my nose when I sneezed. I sniffled and wiped my nose. I held the magazine again and looked at it. "Avia, why are you here? And what are you holding?" My back went to a straight line when I heard the thundering voice of my father behind me. I knew he was at the door, standing, crossing his arms across his chest and staring at me with a grumpy fa
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