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Chapter 60

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ROXETTE

The ride back to Chandler’s estate with Diana felt like it lasted forever. I sat in the backseat with Diana, her driver driving the SUV.

I stared out the window, barely saying a word. Diana kept talking, ranting about the cheerleaders, promising she would report the video, swearing she had my back but her voice sounded distant, like it was coming through water. I nodded at the right moments, but inside my head was a storm.

By the time we reached the estate, the sun was already dipping
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