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Chapter Twenty-Five: Lost in the Quiet

Author: Korie M.
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-08 12:00:00

Late August 2028 wrapped the Catskills in a cool, pine-scented haze, the wooden cabin creaking as I sat by a small window, staring at the misty mountains. Days had passed since I’d fled Montclair, my nurse’s scrubs stuffed in a duffel bag, my laptop and nursing books the only anchors I’d taken from the apartment I’d shared with Justin. My jet-black hair hung loose, unwashed, my plus-sized curves swallowed by a faded hoodie and jeans, a silver bracelet my only adornment. The sapphire engagement ring remained on my Montclair nightstand, its gem a silent accusation, the necklace locked in a jewelry box—left behind to sever the weight of Justin’s love, his secrets, his world. My phone was off, buried in my bag, but I knew the headlines screamed: Kayla Reed Vanishes After Drake’s Paris Drama! The pain—Sophie’s confrontation, Justin’s hidden 2027 Paris affair, Claire Voss’s shadow, the pregnancy scare, Lila’s shocked face at our Hamptons guest cottage moment—had shattered me. I’d bro
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