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CHAPTER 149

WILLOW

The silence in the guest room wasn’t calm. It wasn’t peace.

It was loud.

Too loud.

Suffocating.

It pressed in from all sides, wrapping around me like a noose, thick and heavy.

I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, fingers clasped so tightly my knuckles had turned white—b...