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THIRTY-SEVEN

Amara

I tossed and turned all night. It was hard not to see Vincent's scheming face whenever I closed my eyes. I did not expect to forget the circumstance immediately but I thought I could escape it by sleeping. Instead, his hands, though cold and dead, wrapped my neck every time I tried to drift into oblivion.

I didn’t have the perfect family as a child, but there wasn’t a major trauma that I had to deal with. Having James beside me would’ve helped me sleep but I was too stubborn ...

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