Chapter Nine: Astrid

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There's a knock on the door. Being the only person home, I have to untangle myself from the blankets and pillows on my bed and go answer it. Who knows, maybe it's Houston. I could really use a hug right now. I slowly stand up, my legs trembling and my head spinning like a top. I stumble to the front door and lean up against it, listening.

"Astrid?" a voice inquires. I freeze; I know that voice. Angela...

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