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Chapter 68: I Do Care About You

Author: Avvi Keller
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-25 19:11:53

The women had slowly made their exits. Caroline, however, was the last to rise, her movements deliberate but stiff. She gave me a polite nod, a faint smile pulling at her lips, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself back from saying more.

“Take care, Anastasia. Call me if you need anything else.” She reached up, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear in an almost affectionate gesture before she held my hands. Her eyes are almost apologetic. "We should talk some other time. Something we didn’t do after what happened"

I nodded absently, feeling her pressed my hands. A weak smile flickered on my lips, though I didn’t feel it as I watched her disappear from my sight.

I was left alone with Marianne, who had stood from her chair. Her heels clicked sharply on the polished floor. The cool evening air hit me like a slap in the face as we stepped out into the open. Once inside the car, it was unnervingly quiet. Marianne sat across from me, her eyes unfocused,
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