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Chapter Twenty-Three: Everything I Used to Keep

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Sophia POV

The message stays lit on my screen even after I try to look away from it. Hope you had a good night, little sister. Some of us actually get to keep what we fight for. I delete it immediately.

I'm already three steps from the restaurant door when I turn around and walk straight back to the table, ignoring the waiter who reaches out like he's going to stop me from doing something we'll both regret.

"Ma'am, is everything…"

"I forgot something." My voice comes out flat, almost pleasant,
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