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... rked at a private clinic in town and never returned before eight o'clock. It was barely five.
I headed straight to the kitchen to see if there was anything I could snack on. Maybe I'd cook something if I found the right ingredients.
But as I entered the living room, I saw a figure slumped on the couch.
Hannah.
She was there, legs tucked under her, a bag of chips in hand, eyes glued to a documentary.
I frowned.
"How'd you get in?"
Without lo ...
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