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Travis’ POV
The bottle was empty.
I stared at it, wondering when that had happened. An hour ago? Two? Time didn’t mean much anymore.
I reached for another bottle from the cabinet. My hands shook as I unscrewed the cap.
Everything shook these days.
Emily was alive. The thought kept circling my mind like a vulture. Alive. Breathing. Walking around somewhere plotting revenge while I’d spent five years mourning her.
Five years ...
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