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Jenny sat propped up on her bed, her back against the headboard, hugging her pillow tightly. She’d never felt so alone. If she was true to herself, she’d always feared things wouldn’t end well when it came to Matt, but she’d never imagined this.
At best, he’d have had a choice to make: continue with what he was doing, or pack it all in and settle down with her. He’d told her often enough that was what he’d wanted, and she felt certain he’d been about to take that leap.
She didn’t want to make him choose between her and the lifestyle he was living. She hadn’t needed to, either. She’d always been pretty laid back about drugs. She’d never been interested in trying them herself, but if other people wanted to then what was the problem? Her main worry was that she wanted to settle down and
