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... ith hints of garlic and tomato. Lasagna alla Bolognese. The homemade kind. The scent curled through the air like a coaxing hand, gently pulling her from the depths of sleep.
Heather didn’t want to wake up.
It was the kind of sleep where she’d finally found the perfect position after hours of tossing. Of course, the universe decided to ruin it.
The sound of curtains being pulled tore through the room like a scream.
Light flooded in, uninvited and h ...
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