Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

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Chapter 585 A Twinge of Sympathy

Something was off. Meryl's phone showed [No Service] as if someone had deliberately cut her off from the network.

Though spring had started, the night air was still bitterly cold. She instinctively pulled her coat tighter, but the icy wind pierced right through it. Even with the main doors locked, a chilling uncase hung in the air.

Unable to get inside, she retreated to the lounge. In the dead of night, the place felt eerily empty, her voice echoing when she tried calling out. The lights had been turned off, plunging the space into a ghostly darkness. Fear crept over her, making her curl up tightly on the couch. "Who could have done this?" she thought.

After some thought, she concluded it had to be Christine. Earlier that evening, when she got off the bus, she thought she caught a glimpse of Christine across the street.

Time crawled by, and the temperature dropped further. Meryl turned on her phone's flashlight, hoping to catch someone's attention outside.

But as the battery ticked down, there was no response.

Resigned, she sat back down, wondering how this sleepless night might affect tomorrow's internal auditions.

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The biting cold gnawed at her body, making, it impnsible to real. Her hands had gone completely numb, and her legs felt as stiff as iron.

They had

had happened

orchestra entrance right on time,

the evening wore on, and she

she might have been delayed, he waited another twenty

She spotted his car and ran over, her face

brings

Meryl. We're having

dimmed. "Oh... I thought

eyes fixed on the building. Rachel, uninvited but undeterred,

Sympathy "Then I'll wait with

flickered briefly, but he said nothing.

a

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frowned. "I'm taking Meryl out later. If you're hungry, grab something

don't want to eat alone. What's the harm in taking me along?" Rachel

I don't want Meryl to get the wrong idea. I'm a married man, and you tagging along would only make things awkward for everyone. Don't you think?" Rachel

at her,

my twenty-third birthday.

her lip, her fingers

big deal. My parents would each give me a gift, and I was the little princess of the

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window, lost in the glow of

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one who ever celebrated