Chapter 12 Chapter 11: The Note

I felt a connection too.

My place, Thursday night, 5 o’clock sharp.

Bring dinner.

For a second, my brain refused to process it. Then, the meaning crashed over me in a wave of pure, undiluted euphoria. My heart didn't just leap; it soared, a frantic, joyful bird escaping its cage. A laugh, half-sob,...

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