Sunny…
[Her voice cracks on his name. There’s a muffled sound as she covers her mouth. Every message is its own little stab; of course he was never okay. What a sick, cruel, joke of a thought.]
How long…?
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Sunny…
[Her voice cracks on his name. There’s a muffled sound as she covers her mouth. Every message is its own little stab; of course he was never okay. What a sick, cruel, joke of a thought.]
How long…?