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Chapter 24: Past Traumas
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... a glass of cold water, trying to drown out the voices in my head. Shut up. Just shut the hell up.
But then I heard it—soft at first, then louder.
Crying. Begging.
My entire body went rigid.
I turned sharply toward the bedroom, my mind already racing. June was pleading—desperate, her voice thick with terror. My gut twisted, a cold dread washing over me. For a second, I thought maybe—maybe—she was remembering. The lab. Our past. Me.
But no. That couldn't be ...
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