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Chapter 20

Author: Jay.the.writer
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-15 18:21:10

Miles

The storm had jolted me awake, the wind howling and rain lashing into my room through the open window. How had I forgotten to close it? Groggy and disoriented, I stumbled out of bed and trudged toward the window.

As I reached to shut it, something caught my eye—a figure in the lake behind the house, swimming under the storm.

“What the…? Is that Cheryl?” I leaned closer, squinting against the rain.

It was her. She was struggling to swim back to the shore. The storm was too strong.

Adrenaline kicked in. I slammed the window shut and bolted downstairs, my heart pounding. Racing through the rain-soaked backyard, I made my way to the lake, the wind biting at my skin.

“Cheryl? What the hell are you doing in the lake during a storm in the middle of the night?” I yelled, my voice barely carrying over the storm’s roar.

“I’m fine,” she replied, stepping out of the water, shivering violently.

“You’re not fine!” I snapped, scanning her drenched frame. She was wearing nothing but a black bi
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