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CHAPTER 17
Annabel's Pov I had moved into this new place not too long ago, but it felt like a lifetime. The spacious yet unfamiliar rooms still echoed with emptiness, and the walls held secrets I had yet to uncover. My thoughts had often wandered back to the pack I left behind, and now, in this quiet solitude, I longed to call my parents. I felt a pang of worry deep in my chest. It had been a while since I departed from my old life. What would my parents think? Had they missed me as much as I missed them? I knew I had to make that call soon, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and anxiety about it. I wandered to the kitchen, my bare feet padding softly on the cool, wooden floor. The new home I had found was quaint, with sunlight filtering through the curtains and warming the space. I s
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