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**FAIR WARNING, THIS CHAPTER IS DARK**
WHERE WE LEFT OFF...
We disconnect the call. I spin my chair to face the windows as I think.
I'm sorry uncle, but I have to do what I have to do, if I want the life my future deserves to have. Tonight, I will love. Tomorrow, I have work to do.
NOW...
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"ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ᴡʀɪɴᴋʟᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʙʀɪᴄ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ."
― Julie Gregory, Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
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After the call with my uncle this morning, my mind has been in turmoil. I drive back home with Matteo and Cris in the car with me.
They're quieter than usual, or maybe I'm just too deep in my thoughts to hear anything they're saying.
Getting home seems almost instantaneous in Carla, my maroon 1949 Alfa Romeo 6C 2500 Super Sport.
I pull into the parking spot in my underground garage, put her in park, shut her off and get out.
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When I fail to hear two sets of feet following me to the elevator, I go back to Carla and peer into the window.
Matteo and Cris are plastered to her sides, clutching their seat belts, with a concoction of fear, shock, and awe on their pale faces.
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