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Carla I was the type to sleep in after a busy day, and I did just that. After that session with that man, I was a little bit shaken and emotionally drained. That man had a reason for blaming me. It had to be someone who knew me to frame me. And as much as I tried to search my brain for the answer, I always came up blank. One thing was certain: if he knew I was still alive, he would come after me again. This time he won't even frame me but follow me himself. I had two options right now: flight or fight. I still wasn't sure which to pick. It wasn't an easy decision. I groaned in distress. This just got even more complicated, as if the mating issue isn't a complication already. But who would do this to me? It's not like I picked fights with anyone except Megan, of course. But to the rest