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critical condition.

In a bizarre twist to the tale, however, one of those

passengers was identified as none other than Cassia

Salvatore, missing daughter to the notorious mobster, Antonio

Luca Salvatore, who has refused to make any comment.

That was the whole article. Sparse information.

Adalynn wanted to scream after she did a search and

couldn’t find anything else about it. She slammed her laptop

shut, but even still she could see the mangled car in her mind.

Why was it always that way? That the drunk drivers got off

fine, that they were often not injured at all? They might face

charges, but that was it. Their lives went on. They made the

terrible, stupid decision to get into a vehicle when they

shouldn’t and someone else paid the price.

Horror clawed at her throat and worry overflowed the

confines of her cells and neurons, so that her exterior trembled

as a result. Her hands shook and her foot tapped nervously at

the floor. She grasped her glass of wine and tossed back the

contents without tasting it, just to wet her closed up, glued

together throat.

What could she do

? What was there to possibly do other

than wait and worry and check for a follow-up article?

Adalynn’s mind raced and her heart beat just as fast. The

wine she’d drunk burned in her belly and threatened to come

up. Wrong or right, there hadn’t been a single day she hadn’t

thought about Cassia since she left Vegas. She knew Cassia

had her own life. She didn’t want anything from her. Adalynn

certainly didn’t expect anything. She didn’t know why she

kept tabs, what good it was to put someone’s name into a

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