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Chapter 42 — Bad Decisions & Better Options

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Sable

I didn’t stop walking until I was halfway down the hall, and even then, it wasn’t because I’d calmed down.

It was because I needed air before I said something out loud that I couldn’t take back.

Or worse—

Something someone else could hear.

“‘No one’s been up here but you,’” I muttered under my breath, the words dripping with sarcasm as I shoved the garage door open harder than necessary. “‘I’ve never brought anyone upstairs.’”

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh as I stepped inside, the fa
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