Chapter 8

  Rachel POV

  Warmth.

  Soft sheets.

  A faint, familiar cologne.

  My mind drifted in a hazy fog, caught between sleep and memory. My body felt heavy, limbs foreign. I breathed in shakily, my eyes fluttering open.

  Dim light from a bedside lamp painted soft shadows on the walls.

  This wasn't my ...

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