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Chapter 64: Vera's Session (Kira POV)

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The first thing I register when I wake up is the empty space beside me.

The indent in the pillow is still there. The warmth is still faintly there. I lie on my side looking at it for a moment.

I smile before I can decide not to.

Then I reach for my phone.

Leo: nothing.

The smile goes. I lie there looking at the ceiling for a count of ten, then I get up, because lying there looking at the ceiling doesn't solve anything and never has. I shower, d

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