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    Joanna obeyed, lifting her gaze to see a small, indistinct figure across the bridge. It was too blurry to make out, but she was sure the cries wereing from it. Anxiously, she looked around. Where had Alice and the others gone? Why was she left alone?


    “Alice! Alice!” Joanna’s voice broke through the silence, her fear sharpening her cries.


    From the corner of her eye, Joanna noticed the figure drawing nearer. Terror gripped her, and she bolted. “Please, don’te any closer! I didn’t mean to do it! I didn’t push Madeline! I didn’t even see how she fell!” she pleaded silently, her heart pounding as she ran.


    Despite her efforts, the figure relentlessly closed in. With a sense of impending doom, she shut her eyes tightly, convinced it hade for vengeance—perhaps even her life.


    Then, the crying ceased. Hesitantly, Joanna opened her eyes and saw an adorable infant sitting beside her, itsrge ck eyes gleaming as it offered her a silent smile. The fear melted away instantly. Tentatively, she reached out to touch the child, but in a sh, it was gone.


    Joanna’s eyes snapped open to the reality of her surroundings, with familiar faces all around.


    Alice rested aforting hand on her head. “Joanna, don’t be afraid. The baby doesn’t me you. This was its destiny, and it’s not your fault.”


    “Was it you?” Joanna asked, still trying to make sense of everything.


    “Yes,” Alice revealed. “I’ve mastered hypnosis. It started right after you exited the car. Joanna, death isn’t truly terrible. I understand your guilt about the baby, but you need to realize that it’s not your fault. You have to stop ming yourself.”


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    When Joanna heard Alice’s tender voice, she threw herself into her arms, sobbing uncontrobly.


    “Alice, thank you so much.”


    Thefort she felt was more powerful than mere words. For a moment, Joanna wondered if it was all just an illusion.


    Everyone had faith in her. She felt she needed to be confident in herself and stop ming herself for things she hadn’t done.


    “I’m d that you could think it through, Joanna.” Alice patted her back gently.


    Fortunately, Alice hade today and discovered the depth of Joanna’s condition. If she had continued on this path, her body would have copsed sooner orter.


    “You have family and friends who care for you. You should talk to them. Don’t iste yourself. Try to step outside that door.”


    Joanna’s guilt seemed to trap her, preventing her from living her life.


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