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Chapter 52 — The Last Night

POV: Sophia Lang

The kitchen was the first room to go empty. I noticed it standing in the doorway with a mug in my hand, no memory of walking there, just the sudden fact of bare counters and cabinets standing open like mouths with nothing left to say. Three weeks ago there had been magnets on the refrigerator. A grocery list in Marcus's handwriting. Now there was tape residue and a single dish towel folded over the oven handle because someone had forgotten it existed
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