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... start from a nightmare thanks to the shrill of her alarm clock.
Her heart pounded wildly as she reached for her phone to silent it. Her chest felt tight and her breathing was uneven as she sat up in bed.
She pressed a trembling hand to her forehead, the vivid images of screeching tires, and shattering glass, ringing in her head.
Abigail inhaled deeply, reassuring herself she was safe. She slid out of bed, walked into the en-suite bathroom and splashed water on her face. < ...
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