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(Lucas) Hearing Isabella's voice helped me take a deep breath for the first time in hours, loosening some of the pressure I felt on my chest. She sounded sad and broken though, and I felt too far from her, even if we were close. I was leaning forward in the front seat where the driver, the same one as before, and Cam were seated. My eyes were glued to the GPS. Ten minutes. “After you get her, what's the plan?” Cam said the first thing since he got in the car, finally putting away his s.tupid mini laptop because we knew where she was now. “I-I don’t know,” My plan was to find her, hold her, tell her everything would be okay, and then never let her go. “Are we bringing her back?” “I’ll ask.” I never wanted to leave her side, I couldn’t deal with this panic and anxiety ever again
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