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... ightest hint of sleep. She kept her eyes open and stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind a tangled mess.
This was a fitting reflection of her life. A complete mess.
She rolled over and sat up, scratching her slightly damp hair.
Reaching out to grab the phone on the bedside table, she turned it on, and went through the contacts, her movements slow and deliberate.
Her fingers rested on Henry Thompson’s number for a moment, then swiftly swiped away, going directly t ...
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