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CHAPTER 12
JACK POV The drive home that day did entirely nothing to clear my head. In fact, as the day wore on, things seemed to only get worse. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more troubling than the last. I couldn't focus on my work, my appetite was nonexistent, and sleep was a distant memory. I felt so helpless. I've tried everything I can think of to find Aya, but nothing's working. I keep wondering why I didn't ponder her for more information, like her full name or where she lives. I did try to do that, but it was of no use. I wonder if she lives nearby. She could be from somewhere else, but it seems unlikely. She might have provided a fake name, but it's more likely she used a similar name that came to mind quickly. Unfortunately, without her last name, finding her is still a
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