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Chapter 17: Windfall
I crumpled, hugging my knees to my chest, turning off my phone, and tossing it onto my bed. I sat there, mind whirling with the aftermath. What the hell did I think I was doing? I knew how I felt. I could admit it to myself, even if I couldn't to anyone else. And what about my career? I should be creating music, devoting myself to art—what did it matter if I made it big or not? There was a soft knock on my bedroom door. “Hey, Hester?" It was Cass, tentative but obviously excited. “You good? I thought I heard you talking to somebody." “Just the phone," I said, gulping down the lump in my throat. “Thanks for checking." “Are you, ah, up to look at something right now?" “Sure. Come on in." Cass peeked around the door, a laptop balanced open on her forearm and her face radiant with enth
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