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Chapter Six Unfinished Lines

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Melinda’s POV

I woke up disoriented.

The first thing I noticed was the ceiling off-white, cracked in the corner, unfamiliar. The second was the faint scent of cologne. Not Andrew’s. Something darker. Earthier. It clung to the sheets like a whisper of the night before.

My head pounded like I’d danced with a hammer instead of a man. I sat up slowly, my limbs sore from too much movement or maybe too much freedom. The memories returned in pieces. A bar. Whiskey. A man named James. The dance floor s
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