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108. Too Alive to Let Go

مؤلف: Juri Ann
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-06 15:41:00

Catherine's POV

I don’t sit.

I can’t.

The moment I try, my body rejects it, so I end up back on my feet, pacing from one end of the room to the other. My thoughts are running faster than my legs can keep up with, circling the same place over and over, as if I’m trying to wear a hole into the floor.

What if it didn’t work?

The question keeps slipping in, no matter how many times I try to push it away…quiet at first, then louder, until it starts sounding reasonable. And that’s when it becomes da
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