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Forty four: Cracks Beneath The Surface

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2025-11-30 02:10:00

Abigail

I slam the door to my room, the sound reverberating through the stillness.

The frustration bubbling inside me feels almost too big for my small space.

My chest heaves as I pace back and forth, my sneakers scuffing against the worn carpet.

Nathan's words play on a maddening loop in my head.

"But I do."

The way he said it wasn't just arrogant-it was certain, like he really believed it.

Like he thought he knew me better than anyone else, including myself.

Who does he think he is?

I grab th
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