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Chapter 100: Drinking
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2025-01-23 08:00:26Regan’s POV
The exhaustion clawed at me that mirrored the worry twisting in my gut. Anastasia's face, pale and unconscious, kept flashing behind my eyelids. Every sip of the amber liquid at the bar did little to drown the guilt that choked me.
"If only I'd choose her," I muttered to myself, swirling the ice in my glass with a trembling hand.
The past few hours replayed in my mind, a relentless loop of self-blame. If I'd chosen to spend the evening with Anastasia, maybe, just maybe, things would have been different. She wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines.
Just as despair threatened to consume me, a hand landed on my shoulder. I flinched, startled, and turned to see Alan's familiar face etched with concern.
"Regan, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with worry. "You look like you've been dragged through the wringer."
I shrugged him off n
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