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Chapter 8: Reality Bites

作者: Ama Laurel
last update 公開日: 2025-03-18 20:38:54

Selena’s POV

Tires screeched, metal crunched and glass shattered. My dad’s car smashed against a tree, the impact sending shards of glass everywhere. I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest, cold sweat sticking to my skin.

Same nightmare, the one that never leaves me alone. The accident. The one that took My dad. Even after all this time, the pain still felt like an open wound.

Mom's decision to get remarried just a few months later still felt like a punch in the gut. Like she didn’t ev
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