I barely managed to get out before Sasha raised her hand, cutting me off and gesturing toward


    Milly. She’s just… lucky.”


    I blinked, lost. Sasha raised an eyebrow. “You’re totally confused, aren’t you?”


    “It’s… kind of a lot,” I admitted.


    Sasha let out a dryugh. “Thorsten and his wife had this terrible car ident once. He almost


    didn’t make it, and she was in aa for, like, ten days–maybe two weeks. We all thought she was


    done for. But then she woke up.”


    Sasha shook her head like she couldn’t even believe the story herself. “And when she woke up, she


    told everyone she’d dreamed about a little girl–a young girl standing in front of some kind of saint or


    angel. This girl offered her a ‘magic pill that would save her life.”


    I raised an eyebrow. “And… then what?”


    “Right after she woke up, I found out I was pregnant. She made Thorsten take me to get my blood


    tested immediately. She said if it was a girl, I could keep it. If I was a boy… well, I’d have to end the


    pregnancy,” Sasha said, ncing over at Milly. “In her mind, Milly is that girl from the dream–the


    one who saved her life. It’s the only reason she let her be born.”


    I couldn’t help butugh. “So, basically, Thorsten’s wife should be treating Milly like some kind of


    miracle.”


    “She would, if she weren’t so weak from the ident. If she was stronger, she’d have probably tried


    to take Milly from me by now,” Sasha said, reaching for her wine again. I stopped her hand.


    “If you really want to keep this baby, then fight for it. Acting like you’ve already lost is the same as


    giving up.” I reminded her.


    “Fight? How?” Sasha shook her head. “You don’t understand Thorsten.”


    A lion might not eat its own cubs, but Thorsten… he was worse than a monster.


    “But you know his secrets, don’t you? You know the dirt he’s hiding. Why not use that to get a


    chance for yourself?” I pressed, genuinely baffled.


    She looked at me, eyes weary. “Keira, do you think I haven’t thought of that? But he’s got my first


    boyfriend -yeah, still. If I step out of line, he’ll go after him.”


    That made things pretty clear. Sasha still loved her boyfriend, which only deepened her hate for


    Thorsten. She couldn’t even touch that anger because she had to keep her boyfriend safe.


    I shook my head, stunned by how twisted Thorsten was. Using her first love to keep her in check?


    The guy yed on a whole other level.


    “Sasha, keeping up this act won’t change anything. He’s alive, but your sacrifices? They won’t bring


    back what you lost,” I said softly, trying to get through to her


    Sasha just gave a sad smile. “Yeah, it’s already lost. But I can’t stand the thought of him being


    hurt… or


    worse.”


    She shut her eyes, the weight of it all on her. “So yeah, I just wait it out. Oust him, somehow…


    wait


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    until he’s gone.


    ‘Wait.‘ That word was heavy, loaded with all the helplessness she’d been holding back.


    Thorsten’s health was failing, but with his money? He could buy himself ten, maybe even twenty


    more


    years.


    And if he wouldn’t spare his own family, there was no chance he’d show Sasha a shred of mercy.


    “You think I’m being an idiot, don’t you?” she asked, her gaze locking onto mine.


    I sighed. “Not exactly wise.”


    She gave a bitterugh. “Probably right. But hey, guess what they said about that car ident


    Thorsten- and his wife had?”


    “What did they say?”


    Sasha leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “They called it karma.*


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    I frowned. “Karma?”


    Her gaze darkened. “Thorsten once arranged a car ident to kill a couple.


    The blood drained from my face.


    My voice barely came out. “What… what did you just say?”


    “They say he paid off the driver to mess with their brakes…” Her lips kept moving, but the words


    faded as my mind went nk.