Chilled to the bone, Loren tore into the house and latched onto the first piece of clothing she could find—a pair of sweatpants in Micha’s prized pile of hand-me-downs. With a mental note to replace the garment later, she pulled them on and struggled to regain control of her breathing.
The house was empty, but the loneliness resonated more intensely than even the days in her father’s house. This felt…



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