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Chapter seventy six
Sierra’s POV It was Mrs. Lawrence, her hair slightly disheveled, a robe tied snugly around her. Her concerned eyes met mine, softening when she saw the state I was in. “Sierra?” she asked gently, stepping closer. “What are you doing down here?” I wiped at my cheeks quickly, trying to hide the evidence of my tears. “I couldn’t sleep.” She studied me for a moment, her gaze piercing but kind. Then she walked over to the kettle, filling it with water. “I’ll make us some tea.” I didn’t protest, too exhausted to argue. As she moved around the kitchen, I sank into a chair, the weight of the night pressing down on me. “Nightmares?” she asked after a while, her voice calm. “Something like that,” I admitted. She placed a steaming mug of tea in front of me and sat across the table, her hands
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