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... e car was dead silent except for the faint hum of the engine and the soft tapping of rain against the windows. Justin sat in the backseat, staring out at nothing. His thoughts were loud, crashing over each other like waves in a storm.

Why did this happen?

What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

They're gone. Both of them. Gone.

He tightened his jaw, his fists clenched on his thighs. He didn't trust himself to speak, not that he had anyone to talk to. The woman besi ...

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