Chapter 32
Blake's POV
My room still looked like I’d never left.
The same pale walls. The same dresser my dad insisted we keep because “solid wood is an investment.” The same faint crease in the carpet where I used to toss my dance bag after practice. Even the window—wide enough to let in the orange glow...
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1. Prologue
2. Chapter 1
3. Chapter 2
4. Chapter 3
5. Chapter 4
6. Chapter 5
7. Chapter 6
8. Chapter 7
9. Chapter 8
10. Chapter 9
11. Chapter 10
12. Chapter 11
13. Chapter 12
14. Chapter 13
15. Chapter 14
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17. Chapter 16
18. Chapter 17
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21. Chapter 20
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23. Chapter 22
24. Chapter 23
25. Chapter 24
26. Chapter 25
27. Chapter 26
28. Chapter 27
29. Chapter 28
30. Chapter 29
31. Chapter 30
32. Chapter 31
33. Chapter 32
34. Chapter 33
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