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65: I DON’T THINK I CAN DO THIS

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Elara’s POV

I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I woke up.

The first thing I noticed was the unfamiliar room. The walls were painted a soft gray, and the curtains were drawn, letting in only a sliver of light.

It was quiet except for the faint buzzing sound of a phone somewhere in the room.

I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes as I turned toward the sound. My phone.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I picked it up and saw multiple notifications lighting up the screen. There were texts from unknown numbers, several voicemails from my mom and brother, and even a couple from Jenna.

Then it all hit me, crashing down like a tidal wave.

The reporters.

The flashing cameras.

The panic attack.

And Nate.

Nate, pulling me out of the chaos, taking me to the car.

Shit.

I knew it. He must have been the one to bring me here.

I jumped out of bed, my heart racing as I clutched my phone. Just as I was trying to figure out what to do, the phone started ringing again. My mom.

I hesitat
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