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Chapter 34 - Zach

作者: Bryant
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I woke up to the sound of silence, the kind that didn’t feel peaceful, just off. My bed was cold on the other side, and the apartment felt emptier than usual. It wasn’t even that Ofelia had ever stayed over for more than a night. But after yesterday, after her text about Jane showing up at the hospital, I hadn’t seen her. And now, everything felt… tight.

I rubbed a hand over my face and blinked against the morning light bleeding through the blinds. My phone sat face-down on the nightstand, as if it owed me something. I flipped it over.

No new texts. No missed calls.

She’d said she was okay. That she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Security handled it,” she’d written, followed by one of those calm but clipped responses she used when she was under stress but pretending she wasn’t.

I respected her independence. I did.

But I also hated not being able to see her with my own eyes. Hated not being there. Hated the silence.

I shuffled into the kitchen and flipped on the coffee
Bryant

Forrest!!! Oh how I miss my Frost boys! How nice of him to pop in with some beers and friendly support.

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