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... d.

"CRASH!"

The bottle flew from his hand, smashing against the floor. Glass shattered everywhere, small pills scattering in all directions, clinking softly as they bounced across the marble.

Demian stood rigid among the shards.

His breathing was heavy. His chest rose and fell sharply.

Valerie stared at the broken glass and the small pills now laid bare.

Her secret.

Her fear.

Her decision.

And now it was all exposed before D ...

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