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yes, my vision swimmi

eiling windows of the hotel suite. Two bodies, tangled to

ame th

r Kendra's perfume, mingled with the sharp,

't just sink.

ighted down by an invisible force. A strange, unfamil

te our engagement anniversary. I was supposed to be wearing the

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place. A perfectly

ndra's maternal affec

ersary, in our celebration suite, and had

my finger, flashed in my mind. He'd promised to love me, to protect me. Those

I'd practiced baking. Every sweet, hopeful dream I'd had for

pid. An aching emptiness spread through me, a physical craving t

ing to use pain to fight the chem

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less

just going to ruin my name. They were going to

ng, every gossip blog in New York will have the headline: Sullivan heiress in drug-fueled orgy a

a knife twist

. Even with my eyes closed, I coul

t to my ear. "Don't blame us, Addie. Blame your dead mother,

rs trail down my cheek, a gesture of mock tenderness, lik

dle all the traces

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hell, but my soul was ignited by a hatred

ragged breaths and the distant, c