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Chapter 32

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LENA.

It had been days. Not hours, not one or two restless nights where I could still pretend he was busy or distracted or caught up in something temporary. Days. Long enough for silence to stop being an accident and start becoming a decision.

Richard hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted. He hadn’t even done the bare minimum of sending one of those empty, useless messages people send when they don’t know what to say but still want to keep a door open.

Nothing.

And patience, as I had always known and
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