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Thelma’s Half Apology

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN — Thelma's Half-Apology

POV: Elena Voss

The day after my drive to Birchwood Drive, I entirely stopped expecting surprises. That turned out to be a diagnostic error.

Because at exactly ten o'clock that morning, my doorbell rang. When I pulled the heavy oak door open, Thelma was standing on my porch.

For a long, agonizing second, neither of us spoke. She looked completely hollow—not just tired, but utterly exhausted, the specific kind of depletion that comes from weeks of circular
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