Chapter 50 Stress Baking My Thoughts

Isadora

I stare at Lorenzo’s patiently outstretched hand for a long moment before I let out a puff of air and hand him my phone.

I only just got it back.

Not that I have anyone to call or text, but still, it feels like a lifeline. One tiny piece of the outside world that belongs to me, even if L...

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