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Chapter 5

I couldn't sleep. Again.

By 9 AM, I was sprawled on our couch with my iPad, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram because what else was I supposed to do? Lyndon had left for "meetings" before I even woke up, and the house felt like a mausoleum.

That's when Harper's story popped up.

Holy shit.

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