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screaming or both.
“Sienna,” he said.
I stopped at the door.
“Thank you. For coming here. For being honest. For being you.”
I did not trust myself to answer.
I left.
I drove home with an empty trunk and a head full of thoughts I could not untangle.
Two million dollars sitting somewhere in a vault under my name.
Waiting.
For what, I did not know.
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