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Maeve's P.O.V.

Adrenaline from my grueling diner shift masked the freezing cold Nebraska wind as I practically jogged the rest of the way home. The nerves gnawing at my stomach kept my blood pumping fast. I hurried inside my rundown apartment building, ignoring the familiar stench of stale beer and damp carpet that clung to the worst part of town. The walls here were paper-thin. Muffled screams,