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CHAPTER 32

Stella Romilly's pov,

“Foolish foolish me,” I muttered as I scrambled out of my seat and moved to arrange my mess.

I picked a few pens, papers… I saved the cards for the last but as I was picking the cards, my eyes caught a business identity card. It was at one far end. A little bit far away from me. Almost under the side table. I went to pick it up and bring it closer for a proper look.

Bella Goody

Therapist.

ID no. :12395670

Email: bellagoody@gmail.com

She was a therapist, I thought.

There was a shadow under my breath. Under my tone. And it was screaming inaudible words in my ears but I couldn't decipher what words they were let alone the meaning.

“Hey, I'm sorry. I'm back,” Her joyful voice brought me down to reality and I hurried to put the rest of the things in the bag before facing her.

“I hope you are done Miss,” Her distant steps became sharper and louder.

“Oh yeah,” I unintentionally shouted and scrambled the rest of the things into the bag, trying my best to rearrange it
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