Chapter 71 | 11 | Intoxicating Promises

The cool surface of the kitchen counter seeps through my dress as I sit perched on a high stool, nursing my third—or is it fourth?—glass of wine. My index finger traces the rim of the glass, creating a faint, musical hum that seems to echo my relentless thoughts.

What did they talk about?

The ques...

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