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Chapter 24: Stories for the Betrayed
Clarissa's P.O.V The chime of the diner door was like refreshing music to my ears. It reminded me of my favorite coffee shop I use to go to before work every morning. The diner was outdated with white tiled floors, black booths, and light green trim. The glass cabinets by the register holding pies and desserts of all kinds. My curiosity kept asking why Torrez would pick such a place to meet. Casting my eyes towards Torrez, and I felt my brows narrow as he smiled at me. "Clarissa." The sound of my father's voice felt wrong and unwelcoming. Despite my nerves, I walked towards him and slid into the seat across. He was dressed to impress, and I happened to notice he seemed to take in every detail of me as if reliving a memory. "Cut the bullsh*t. What do you want to tell me?" My irritation w
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