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Chapter 131

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Vanessa couldn’t sleep all night. She kept turning on her bed, looking at the ceiling. Her mind was full. No matter how she tried to stop thinking, Savannah’s name kept coming back to her head.

She sat up and rubbed her face. “Why can’t I just forget her?” she said softly. “It’s been years.”

She stood up and walked to the window. The night air was cold, and she felt uneasy. Savannah’s sudden disappearance had always felt strange to her. Nobody saw her again, nobody heard her voice, and yet everyone just acted like nothing happened.

By morning, Vanessa decided she would go and see Cassandra. Maybe talking to her best friend would help. She dressed in a simple pink dress and left for Cassandra’s mansion.

When she got there, Cassandra was sitting outside in the garden, wearing a silk robe. She was drinking orange juice and scrolling through her phone, smiling.

When she saw Vanessa, she waved. “Vanessa! You look tired. What happened?”

Vanessa smiled faintly. “I couldn’t sleep,
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