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... alking toward her room. I caught her arm—firm, not rough—and held the screen in front of her face.
The video began. Mary’s suicide recording. At first she tried to pull away, but as Mary’s voice filled the room—shaky, broken, thanking Chase for "showing her the truth" Ivy stopped fighting. Her body went still. She stared at the screen, eyes wide, breathing shallow. When the one-minute video ended, I backed out and opened the second one.
Chase’s voice came through the speaker. "Ye ...
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