I finally had a good night's sleep for the first time in forever. When I opened my eyes, warm, golden sunlight was streaming across my bedroom windowsill.My phone hadn't made a sound all morning, either.For weeks, my phone had been blowing up non-stop with vile, abusive calls and texts from morning till night. The only way to get a second of peace was to yank the SIM card out completely.I powered up my phone, and a tidal wave of groveling apologies, desperate confessions, and missed calls from Damian flooded my screen. I scrolled through them one by one—texts from orchestra members, reporters who used to cover me, names I couldn't even keep track of.A knock echoed on my door.“Anna, come down for breakfast,” Edmund called out from the hallway.I called back, threw on a fresh outfit, and headed downstairs.The dining table was filled with all my favorite breakfast foods. I pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a slow sip of milk.“I had our PR team officially release your
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