Her Fear Is Mine

I put my hands on the quilt and looked around a room that was mine and had nothing of me in it.
My phone buzzed. Marcy. You okay?
I typed three words, erased them, and typed them again. Not yet. Soon.
End of Chapter 4
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I put my hands on the quilt and looked around a room that was mine and had nothing of me in it.
My phone buzzed. Marcy. You okay?
I typed three words, erased them, and typed them again. Not yet. Soon.
End of Chapter 4
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