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CHAPTER SIXTY THREE: The Airport Massacre
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We checked the whole American research airport. It was night, cold, and eerily quiet. Everywhere we went, there was nothing—no staff, no equipment in use, no planes taxiing, just emptiness and the echo of our footsteps. I could feel the tension building in the air. I turned to Tobi, who was leading the group in front of me, and asked him to check where Emmanuel was. He pulled out his phone and scrolled for a moment. “He’s too far from here,” he said, “he’s at another location called Avions des
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    "I'm lucky to be here. Many would kill to have what I have."I recite my daily mantra in front of the bathroom mirror, the words steady despite the tremor in my chest. After one deep breath, I reach for my toothbrush, squeeze the toothpaste onto the bristles, and begin brushing. The routine is automatic—spit, rinse, wash my mouth clean. Then I step into the shower.When I'm done, I towel off and walk into my room. A sharp knock rattles the door."Who is it?" I call out."It's me," Janet, my stepmom, replies. "We need you downstairs now. We're leaving soon.""I'll be down in a minute," I say."It's best you don't make your father angry," she adds, then leaves without waiting for a response.Her words sting, but I push the upset aside and get dressed. Standing before the full-length mirror, I admire myself. My mom's eyes—everyone who knows her always tells me I have them. The thought warms my heart. I'm grateful for her light skin tone too, and my pointed nose. The only thing I inherite

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