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Chapter 11: Rock Bottom

Dahlia

The tea has gone cold. It sits untouched beside me on the windowsill, steam long gone. I hold the cup anyway, palms wrapped around it like it’s something steady. Something warm. It’s not.

I haven’t spoken in hours. Junie doesn’t push. She slips in beside me, matching my silence like she’s tun...