Prologue
I could never have prepared for what was in store for me that day. The hours I spent crying were hours I spent losing pieces of my trust. Trust. What is trust at this point? I lost it ages ago. I trusted her. I will never forget what she did. If trust was a delicate object, she took it into her hands and broke it into a thousand shards. Shattered. Gone.



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