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Kendra stopped him. She said, “Patience. “Let Eve see how those people make a fool of themselves.” I rested my back against a wicker chair back at my parents’ place. My mother made me a lovely glass of pina colada. Jordan’s discolored face was front and center on my mobile screen. I thought I would weep. Strangely, I did not. As Jordan broke down, gripping the ring, and Molly came under accusations while the Hardings fell into disgrace, I felt nothing but a belated stillness settling over me.

CHAPTER NINETY- SEVEN: ESCAPE NOVA POV I've been driving for three hours straight and I still don't know where the fuck I'm going. Nowhere, That's where I'm going. Nowhere with garbage bags full of my life and a car that costs more than everything I've ever owned combined. The irony isn't lost on me, and maybe it might have been funny in another circumstance, but I'm so damn numb. My phone died an hour ago. I'd watched it buzz and light up with Grant's name over and over until the battery finally gave up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the competition results are now ready. Lily Rosenfelt won first place. It's a well-deserved victory!" Yet, the triumph brought Lily no happiness. The memory of her lost child shattered her heart into fragments. The anguish was overwhelming and impossible to endure. Drained and hollow, she slipped away from the venue. Just as the Rosenfelts' car came to a halt, Zeke managed to catch up with her. "Lily, is it truly the end? Is there nothing more for us to say?" "Everything has been said." When her gaze met his, it was utterly cold and stripped of any warmth. A raw, inexpressible pain surged within his chest, sharp and unrelenting.

I take my phone and decide to text him. '' Hey, Aiden where are you?'' I place the phone on my desk and wait for him to reply. It's been 15 minutes, and there's still no sign of Aiden, so I decide to go to his office. I got out of my office, closed the door behind me, and headed to Aiden's office. I knock on the door, but no one answers. I opened the door, and no one was inside, so I decided to go to Aaron’s office. I knocked on his door, and no one answered either. I reach the handle, and to my surprise, the door is unlocked. I looked around, and no one was there either. I got inside the office and closed the door behind me. I went to his desk and sat in his chair. Aaron’s jacket was there,

Something popped up like a fish in the water, coming to land face down on his fingers. A tablet. He grabbed it and brought his bare feet up to lay back on the bed. A single glance at the screen was enough to catch his attention. He didn’t stop to consider Silvia hadn’t left it there for him to read—she’d just forgotten all about it in the rush of hormones after seeing him half-naked. It was there, so he read. Hear them calling from their nevermore land Walking dead souls, lost in regret and deceit Just much and more and faithless

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Scrape. "Standing feels like enough work some days," Novah murmured, tasting the bland porridge. It was comforting in its simplicity. She focused on its warmth, its texture. *Anchor.* Beneath it, the cold thrum of grief surged slightly. *Grief. Finn’s mother.* *Layer calm.*

I rushed back from out of town overnight when my best friend, Siobhan Coventry, went into labor. After learning that both mother and child were safe, I got teary-eyed with emotion. "Have you decided on the baby's name yet?" I asked. Her smile stiffened unnaturally for a moment. "Leonard Kessler. We'll call him Leo." "Kessler?" I stared at her in surprise. "I thought you said the baby would take your last name. Is his biological father's last name Kessler?" She gave me a vague hum before quickly changing the subject. "Ginny, I've been craving the wraps from that place in the college town." I nodded, forcing my doubts aside, and went out to buy one for her. It was only when I reached the

*The Room" As Emma regained consciousness, she found herself in a small, dark room. She was lying on a cold floor, and her head was pounding with pain. She tried to remember how she got there, but her memories were hazy. Emma struggled to sit up, her head spinning with dizziness. She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. As she looked around, she realized that the room was tiny, with no windows and only one door. The walls were made of cold, grey concrete, and the air was musty and damp. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside the room. The door creaked open, and a figure stood in the doorway. Emma couldn't see their face, but she could sense their presence. The figure was tall

"Zachary, you're a doctor. Her wound is barely a scratch. You seriously can't tell whether she really wanted to die? Did the package have our address on it? Did it have our names?" Zachary frowned. "No, but—" "Then there must be surveillance cameras near her home, right? That dead rat—why don't you check how it got there? "And that handwriting on the note—do normal people write like that? It's obvious someone wrote it with their non-dominant hand. Who do you think that might be?" I let out a cold laugh. "How ridiculous. One of you is a firefighter, the other a doctor. You've been with her for days, and you still don't know what's going on. Instead, you come to harass two women who just had m