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Chapter 74: The Therapist

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Mrs. Ashford’s POV

The moment I saw Vindell walk through the door, my heart lurched. I immediately covered my mouth and broke into a violent coughing fit.

“Mom!”

Vindell rushed toward me, panic flashing across his face. He hurried to the mini-fridge tucked into the corner of the room, grabbed a bottle of water, and poured it into a glass.

“Here.”

His hand slipped beneath my shoulders as he helped me sit up before pressing the glass into my trembling fingers.

I took a few hurried sip
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