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Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Three

Penulis: Anney GW
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Celeste’s POV

It was early in the morning when Vivian’s name flashed across my phone.

For a moment I decided to ignore it in favor of listening to Rachel explaining the structural limitations of our Paraiba setting.

But something about the repeated calls made my chest tighten.

“Vivian?” I answered, stepping away from the noise of the studio. “Is everything alright?”

Her voice was not the poised, controlled one I was used to hearing.

“Celeste, thank God. It’s Molly.”

My stomach dropped. “What about her?”

“She, she won’t eat,” Vivian said, her breath shaking. “She hasn’t spoken in two days. I thought it was just a cold, but now she’s burning up. The doctors said it’s just a viral fever, but she keeps crying for you in her sleep.”

The sound of her words hollowed me out.

For a moment, it reminded me of Bonnie and how she’d ask for me.

But then it reminded me of how cruelly she rejected me afterwards.

I put those thoughts at the back of my head and focused on Vivian.

“Vivian, slow down. You
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