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Blame it on Fate
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Ongoing, First published Sep 30
A departure.
A dream to chase.
A past that returns-silent, but powerful.

When Veronica boards a plane to Los Angeles to attend NYFA, she believes she's finally leaving it all behind. Ahead of her lie only new challenges, new people, and endless horizons.
And yet, on the other side of the ocean, she will discover that life has its own way of weaving the threads of fate in unexpected ways. Familiar places and faces will once again fill her days, bringing back memories of a tragic accident that changed everything years ago.

Fate will knock at her door, and someone-more than anyone else-will be there to hold her up.

A: "It's like an addiction, Scott. Maybe the worst one, because whether she's here or not, I can't breathe, I lose my words. She's the one in control... even without realizing it."
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