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... eston’s embrace.
He was still asleep, so I quietly slipped out of bed. His clothes were on the chair. I picked them up and sniffed; as expected, there was the smell of alcohol. He likely drank too much last night.
Just then, my phone vibrated—it was my dad calling again.
Feeling helpless, I went outside the bedroom to take the call.
"Zoe, when are you and Henry coming back? We’ve already bought the groceries. Your mother says she’s going to cook herself today!" My ...
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