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Chapter fifty five
Sara’s POV When the day finally came to leave, I felt a mix of reluctance and relief. Reluctance because, in this small bubble with Mary, things felt almost normal again. Relief because part of me was ready to face reality, to see if we could truly move past what had happened. The flight back to New York was quiet. Zack tried to hold my hand a few times, but I gently pulled away, needing space. I could see the frustration in his eyes, but he didn’t push it. Maybe he realized that too much had happened for things to simply go back to the way they were. We landed in New York early in the morning, and the city greeted us with its usual chaos. As the car drove us home, I stared out the window, lost in thought. Zack reached over and squeezed my hand gently. “We’ll be okay, Sara,” he said, a
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