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Wendy's P.O.V I held my handbag close as the reporters crowded around me, taking pictures and yelling questions I couldn’t answer all at once. The noise filled the air, making my heart race. I quickly looked at my car’s shiny roof parked a bit up the street, beyond the crowd. Almost there. Just a few more steps. “Miss Ashton, what is it like to be back after six years? Did you make Cerberus to find George? Are you trying to make amends?” yelled a reporter, shoving a microphone in my face as if it could pull out my secrets. I took a quick breath, trying to keep my face calm. I didn’t want my feelings to show. Their questions were overwhelming, but the noise in my head was even louder. Six years didn’t give me enough time to get ready for this. Not at all. I finally got away from the pus
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