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Chapter 6

Auteur: Vesper Shaw
After I hung up the phone, I sat in silence for a while.

I told myself not to do it.

I told myself that the past was the past. That I had buried it. That opening old wounds would only make them bleed again.

But my fingers moved anyway.

I picked up my phone, opened the browser and typed the names I had sworn to forget.

Victoria Brown.

Dillan Perez.

The screen filled with headlines. I scrolled slowly.

There was a picture of Dillan moving out of the Clark family house. Alone. No friends helping him
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