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Chapter 88: Weed

Author: Marjolein
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No tears come. I just sit there, staring ahead, completely numb. The car's already unlocked, and I’ve been in it for what feels like an hour.

Or maybe it’s only been two minutes when the door of the restaurant opens and I see Jace walking out. My heart does a little jump, slowly pulling me from the shock.

He suddenly sits beside me. I blink, turning my head to him, confused at how he got here so fast. I hadn’t even noticed him get in. Jace is watching me, expecting something.

"What?" I ask, my voice distant.

He frowns. "I asked you twice already if you’re alright."

I think about that question. It’s one I don't want to answer. "Can we go?" I say instead. "Of course." Jace starts the car without hesitation. As we pull away, I glance at the restaurant one last time.

Everything looks the same as when we arrived.

Strawberry milkshakes will never taste the same ever again.

I start breathing normally as we drive out of the city, leaving my dad and everything else behind.

“What did y
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