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Chapter 32

Author: Diavola
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The morning light slithered through the heavy curtains, too gentle for the storm inside me.

I woke up to the scent of him still clinging to the sheets. There was a glass of water in the nightstand, with a single painkiller.

I sat up slowly, glancing around the room and was glad when I noticed he was nowhere in sight.

Good.

But that didn't stop the room from feeling like a trap.

I reached for the glass of water but stopped myself from taking it. I didn't want any kindness from a man like Leo.

There was a folded note on the tray with Mrs Thornton's handwriting.

“Good morning, dear. I'll bring breakfast to you shortly. - Mrs T.”

The note scrunched up in between my fingers as I leaned my head against the headboard. My chest felt heavy. I didn't want breakfast, I wanted silence.

The kind that can never be found here.

The door opened a little after nine, she walked in with a tray of pancakes, tea, eggs, and toast. The smell turned my stomach.

“Morning, honey,” she said with a small, hopeful
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