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Chapter Nineteen
When Ophelia knocked on the door and didn't receive an answer, her brain suddenly jumped to the negative possibilities. Aunt Florence could have died in her sleep. She could be paralyzed and unable to scream for someone to come help her. Or maybe she had screamed until she passed out and wasn't heard by anyone because her room was too far from the rest of the house. It wasn't until she had spiraled into a chain of overthinking which was usual to people in her state; hungry, and worried, that the little logical part of her brain that was thankfully still functioning told her aunt Florence could simply still be asleep under the influence of a sedative. It also told her to push the door open. The lights were turned off and Ophelia groped around in the darkness, trying to get to the bedside
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