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Chapter 18
Megan: third person's point of view.-
"I'm really sorry, sis. I hope you understand."
Megan bit her lip and massaged her temples, walking back and forth on her wide living area.
"I honestly don't. Did the two of you even talk?"
"Meg, listen. I need time, we both do. It didn't even last long before he shouted at me."
"You guys were in a state of shock yesterday, so it's okay, but—"
"Please. I'm sorry, we just need to sort things out."
"Leaving isn't going to sort things out, Bliss!" Megan groaned, her veins becoming more prominent on the side of her neck. For the first time, she found herself being angry at her best friend.
She fixed the rim of her glasses and walked to the door, no
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