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Chapter Forty-Three
DALMA'S POV It was dark when I went back to my apartment. I didn't see Jack after earlier today. I didn't even understand how my day was. I was burnt out and stressed to the core. Damian was fine when I left. He was asleep, heavily sedated to keep the pain to a minimal feeling. I tried to sleep, but thoughts swam through my head. I picked up my purse to bring out my phone, and I heard a rustle inside the purse. I brought out the black card and the piece of paper attached to it. Fairfield Rehabilitation Centre. What was Jaden's involvement with a rehabilitation centre? I was confused and I tried to forget about it. But as I thought about it, I thought about Jaden and how off he seemed in the hospital. One minute, he was screaming at me, and the next, he was oddly calm, chilly even. I
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