A racing mind
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As they piled into Robert’s truck, Megan stared out the window, her mind racing. What would Beth say? Would she even remember her? Questions tangled together in Megan’s chest, too fast and heavy to untangle.
She gripped the seatbelt tightly across her lap. Answers waited at the end of this drive—and Megan wasn’t sure she was ready for them.
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