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Sierra’s POV Mrs. Lawrence led us toward a corner of the room where an older couple stood chatting with another group of well-dressed guests. Her grip on my arm loosened as she smiled at the couple and introduced us. I barely heard the names or the pleasantries that followed. My mind was spinning, my chest aching with every beat of my heart. Bella leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sierra, are you okay? Do you want to leave?” I swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “I’m fine,” I lied. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something far worse. Mrs. Lawrence kept us occupied with introductions, her charm smoothing over the cracks in the evening. I could barely focus on the pleasantries, the tension from earlier pressing down on me