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A Primitive Hope Ch 02
‘Miss Wilson has asked for you to come with me.’ Said Fiona. ‘You know Cindi?’ I asked in dire hope. ‘Where is she?’ I replied, knowing full well I wasn’t about to go off with some behemoth stranger. Fiona reached between her ample cleavage, bringing out a small note that she handed to me. Taking it, I opened it up to see a very familiar style of handwriting. It was Cindi’s. ‘My Dearest Kristen. Please trust Fiona. She will take you to me. This will all make sense soon, my love. Trust it…...