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Prologue
Isabella had never run for her life before. It was definitely not as glamorous as the movies portrayed it. Her chest ached, her throat burned, and her eyes stung from the wind. But she kept going. She had to. She didn't know the men that had broken into her house, but she sure wasn't going to stick around for introductions.
The streets and alleys snaked in front of her randomly, which suited her. She didn't care where she went, as long as it was away from those men and whatever they were doing.
She found a dumpster to hide behind and took a few deep breaths. In the aftermath of adrenaline-fueled sprinting and danger evasion, questions overtook her thought process. Who were those men? What did they want with her? What had they done to her mother? She rested her head against the cool metal and pondered these. She was grateful for the break, but figured she should keep moving…