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CHAPTER 101: I Hated This!

Author: Donna Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 21:39:19

CAPTAIN

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I don’t remember how I got home that day.

Not the streetlights blurring past, not the way my knuckles clenched the steering wheel until they turned white, not even shutting the door behind me. One minute I was standing in the parking lot, fists aching and blood pounding in my ears, and the next, I was sitting in my living room, staring at the floor like it might suddenly cough up all the answers I didn’t have.

The silence pressed against my ears.

Everything was a blur. Not just my surroundings—my thoughts too. My emotions felt like a jumbled playlist on shuffle, skipping from one track to the next without warning.

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like myself.

Days passed.

Each one worse than the last.

First, guilt.

It crept in quietly, like a cold draft under the door. Guilt for not knowing. For not asking. For being involved in something so fucking catastrophic and not even realizing the damage it left behind. I kept picturing Andrew’s face when he
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