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Chloe Bishop stepped into the elevator and felt as though she'd been completely hollowed out. She leaned weakly against the cold wall, her face pale as paper.

Chloe Bishop, you've made your choice. Don't look back.

Xavier Grayson might be able to barely accept her now, but that "barely" would only grow with time. The child would always be a thorn stuck between them—never removed, always there