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7:00 am. I squinted against the sunlight streaming through the window before reaching out to turn off my phone’s alarm. One month, two weeks, four days. I rolled over in bed, trying to get the blood flowing.…
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7:00 am. I squinted against the sunlight streaming through the window before reaching out to turn off my phone’s alarm. One month, two weeks, four days. I rolled over in bed, trying to get the blood flowing.…
Read“What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don’t know how…
ReadI can feel the soft bed. Eyes still closed, my hands searched for Farneg—but he was not on the bed. A sudden rush of emotions overcame me, thinking about what had happened the night before. Was it wrong? Should…
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