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Chapter 50: The Call

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POV: Charlotte

I was still smiling when I picked up the phone.

That was the thing I kept coming back to afterward. The notebook open in front of me, the story moving faster than it had in weeks, the memory of his hand finding mine at the breakfast table still warm somewhere in my chest, and I was smiling, genuinely, the kind of smile that lives on your face without you putting it there, and then my mother’s name appeared on the screen and I answered without thinking twice.

“Cha
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