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... nd of footsteps echoed through the cold, sterile halls of the police station as an officer made his way toward the holding cells.
Inside one of them, Olivia Swift sat on the edge of the bench, arms folded tightly across her chest. She had barely slept properly in days, her nerves worn thin by the weight of uncertainty. The air smelled of disinfectant and iron bars—reminders of how low she had fallen.
She glanced up at the sound of the approaching officer, her brows furrowing in c ...
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