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21. DISTANCE AND DISTRACTION

Author: Ify Francis
last update publish date: 2026-03-20 18:45:00

Sleep had become a stranger.

Chelsea lay awake most nights, staring at the ceiling, replaying that moment in the car over and over again—wincing at her own impulsiveness. Perhaps in any other case, she would have minded her own business, but this was Robert—the man she had cradled back from the ledge of despair for months.

She turned on her side, pulling the blanket closer around herself. Kimberly had once whispered the darker truths of Robert’s file. According to her, Robert had once tried to
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