~HOLLY~The next morning comes with a strange, uneasy calm. The kind that feels dishonest.I start to sweep my house, brush my teeth, bath and do some petty petty chores as I wait for my rented SUV.By the time the SUV pulls up in front of my building, I’m already dressed in layers—sweater, coat, scarf, gloves—my suitcase waiting by the door like it’s been planning this escape longer than I have.The driver greets me a good morning, hands over the SUV key, wishes me a Merry Christmas and hoping I have fun, then turns to leave.I load my suitcase into the rented SUV myself with shaky hands, my breath fogging in front of me as cold air bites through my gloves. The city is still quiet, barely awake, and for a second I almost turn back.Almost.But the image of Damien’s cold eyes flashes in my mind, and I shut the trunk harder than necessary.I need this. I enter the car and ignite it, and soon, I am driving off to my destination.The mountain cabin.Three hours a
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