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⊰ 16 ⊱ Confronting the Truth
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2024-10-29 19:42:56What is he doing here..?
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How does he even know where I live?
Again, he knocks, and again, Bubbles emits a singular bark.
I raise my voice, shouting through the door, “Just a moment!” I place my hands on the side of Bubbles’ legs, urging him to move with me. “Come on, buddy,” I whisper, guiding him to my bedroom where I point to his bed and tell him, “Go lay down.”
With this, I shut the bedroom door and turn in the direction of the front door, my heart pounding in my chest. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation I know is coming. As I unlock the door and pull it open, my eyes lock with Cade’s. There’s a desperate, uncertain look on his face as he draws his hands into his pockets.
“Hi,” I breathe out after a moment, my voice steadier than I feel.
I won’t pretend that I have no idea what he’s here for. Th
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