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64. Waiting for a Call

Author: Juri Ann
last update publish date: 2026-04-25 14:49:59

Catherine's POV

I keep staring at my phone, hoping, praying it will ring. Why isn’t Amy calling me like she promised? I did exactly what she asked. I got a new phone, retrieved my line, and it’s already past one in the afternoon. Still nothing.

The teacher’s voice yanks me back to reality, but I can’t focus. My mind keeps wandering, imagining Clinton alone, hurt, or worse. Will he be okay like Amy said? Is he even alive right now? My stomach twists at the thought.

I don’t even notice when the
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