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2024-10-29 19:42:56"I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself earlier," the man said, his voice a jarring note in the quiet street. I blinked, surprised. Why was I still talking to him? He was a complete stranger.
"Oh, it's fine," I managed, feeling a surge of awkwardness. "But I need to go. Let's chat another time." I turned and hurried towards my sedan, needing to escape the strange encounter.The engine roared to life as I pulled away, leaving him standing on the sidewalk. I knew it was rude, but I simply couldn't afford to meet anyone right now.My house loomed ahead, a familiar haven. I pulled into the garage, the familiar scent of gasoline and oil filling my senses. As I stepped inside, the living room was empty. Joana wasn't on the couch. Tyler must have taken her to their room.I padded into the kitchen, thirsty after a long day. Tyler was already there, his gaze fixed on me as he reached for a glass."You look like you saw a ghost," he commented, his vRelated chapters
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