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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The moment a warm hand graced her slender frame, the female almost jumped. It took her a moment to register that it was Will, which somehow gave her some relief. The female glanced up toward him, her body easing slightly from the constant shallow, swift breaths before leaning her head back against the register counter behind her. "My .. card, my account," Her words left her lips in a hushed whisper as her eyes searched his features, waiting for his reaction. "They took it all," Mia glanced from Will to the cashier who seemed to be focusing on her just as much as Will was. It wasn't the time or place to be discussing such matters.<br/>
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What had truly sparked her realization was that her own family had robbed her, which was a tactic they had supposedly used with their targets who had ended up in suspicious deaths. Mia hadn't been certain all the claims were true, she had only honestly believed her family had embezzled a great deal of funds from several businesses over the years. There were some shady people around her home, but not once did she ever suspect it was violent. Controlling? Of course. Mia had been assuming that their controlling behaviour came from the money that seemed to appear in their accounts, and their fear of being caught. She should've known that the claims were true, but somehow denial had weaved it's way into her mind, they were her blood after all.<br/>
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The cashier's expression began to shift as she looked directly at Will. "Would you like to pay, sir?" It seemed there may have been an ounce of sympathy ebbing from the woman. Mia rose her hand to brush her fingers along his forearm, "Once this is sorted out I'll pay you back," Her fingers delivered a light pat to let him know she was okay. Her breathing had calmed and she was seeming somewhat normal. Slowly, and with his help if he offered it, she rose up onto her feet and kept her gaze low to avoid any stares. Even though she was trying, Mia certainly wasn't feeling okay. None of this situation was okay. It began to dawn on her how much she'd lost and how serious this situation was. She'd been deluded to be so chipper, what had she been thinking? That life would return to normal after this was over?<br/>
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"One moment," The female glanced at Will before hurrying off down a close by isle. Her swift walk was almost oozing with shame, especially for what she was gathering. When she returned, no more than a minute later, she had her delicate fingers wrapped around two wine bottles. Two cheap bottles of merlot were added to the groceries. The mix of food she'd thrown into the basket wasn't just for dinner, so it truly was impossible to determine what she had planned, aside from the wine. "I think we're good now." The brunette offered Will an apologetic smile. The moment they were out of the store, she was already planning to tell Will they needed to leave. If they somehow managed to worm into her account, they'd be able to see where she made her last purchase. Mia just hoped Will would listen to her.</span>