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Angela
I was getting sick of my phone, probably because every time it rang, it seemed as if it was someone calling with even worse news. The night before had been rough, with both Connor and me tossing and turning for what seemed like half the evening. No one actually called, so that wasn’t the reason. No, it was more that my brain kept coming up with worse and worse fates for Levi to be suffering, even though I tried to tell myself that Joaquin wouldn’t hurt him, that he was worth far too much.
If only I really believed that. Joaquin Escobar had already proved himself to be ruthless and unpredictable, which meant I really didn’t know what the hell was going to happen next.
The morning passed with agonizing slowness. I called Margot to check on the twins, was able to FaceTime with Em
