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Chapter 39: Go to sleep

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Emily's POV

It had been three days since the entire incident. I was making my way back to my bedroom after giving Skylar her medication and making sure she was calm.

As I stepped into the room, a hundred thoughts swirled through my mind. We still didn’t know who was responsible for the whole situation.

Part of me wanted to believe Simone, but I really didn’t know what to do. Simone had been restricted from doing her work, stuck in her room. They didn’t want to involve the police yet; we wanted to figure things out on their own first.

Tyler was on the bed, working quietly on his laptop. I paused, watching him for a moment. “Emily,” he called softly.

“Your eyes,” he said quietly. “You have dark circles under them, Emily.”

Right. I hadn’t slept properly for the past three days. Stress had kept me awake, and I’d spent three nights with Skylar because she hadn’t been able to sleep.

I let out a slow sigh. “She’s calm,” I whispered to him. “She just took her medication…”

Tyler looked at
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