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50. The Chains We Choose
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2025-04-03 22:00:54Amelia didn’t sleep.
She lay in the guest bed at Sarah’s apartment, staring at the ceiling as the city buzzed faintly outside. The sheets felt wrong, too crisp. The room was too quiet, too unfamiliar. Everything about it screamed temporary.
She had walked away from Adrian. She had chosen to leave.
So why did it feel like she had only left a part of herself behind?
No matter how far Amelia ran, no matter how much distance she put between them, she was never really free of Adrian Black. He was everywhere. In her head. In her skin. In her fucking soul.
The realization struck her like a slow,
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