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Chapter Thirty-One
For Ophelia, this was perhaps the most torturous night she had experienced. It was even worse than the night when her mother disappeared and they stayed up round the clock waiting for the search party to return with news of her. Of course no good news came back, and their misery only stretched into the next day. It wasn’t just the pain. Well, maybe it played a huge part, but the mental strain of the whole situation is mostly what stopped her from sleeping. She circled through her thoughts agonizingly, thinking and struggling to remember every little detail possible about the car crash and the almost successful k********g. She was sure she had never seen the faces of those three people, but more than their identity, what bothered her was the inconsistent memory of Seth that she had. Did he
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