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through Carla's thin, washed-out trench coat the second
as she pulled her phone from her pocket. She stared at the screen, double
. The premier private rehabi
ors. The sudden rush of warm, climate-controlled
oice steady despite the chill in her bones. "I am here as the substitute for Alice's music t
paper. Instead, her eyes dragged up and down Carla's faded jeans and scuffed s
ionist slid a temporary ac
She swiped the card at the privat
uised the skin under her eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a messy knot. She l
to a halt on the top
instantly swallowed the sound of her footst
r marked V01. It
cal bleach mixed with the rich, heavy ar
d the luxury furniture and locked onto the massive Stein
heavy canvas tote bag onto the floor and
lungs. She raised her hands. Her fingertips barely brus
echoed thro
ack into her lap. She stood up, her hands s
an five, stepped out. She wore a soft, custom-made pale pink cas
onto her face. She crouched down, trying
er small arms wrapped tightly around a stuffed rabbit
hythmic click of designer heels against the
de open. Charis Clark walked in, w
er perfectly arched eyebrows pulled together
. She opened her mouth to introduce
r throat. The sound of expensive leather dress
d into the light. A dark, impeccably t
tie, up the strong jawline, a
g. The air was physicall
Julien
bandoned for mone
econd his eyes landed on Carla, his entire body w
porated. Carla's heart slammed against her
rally reached out and wrapped her arm
s a nightmare," Charis complai
against Julien's leg. She didn't make a sound, but
ding in front of her. A physical blow s
Carla's pale face, taking in her cheap,
he corner of his mouth. It wa
y. She gripped the plastic therapy
Her knuckles tu
the silent room as the plastic clip

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