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"Bailey!" I wasn't listening. My name rang all around me but I wasn't listening. I could hear it but I decided not to listen. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop that. " Bailey! Listen to me!"

But I wasn't. I pushed a vase off the table, the ceramic piece crashing to the ground with a loud thud. Its pieces scattered, sending a flurry of white ceramic tinged with fiery red tips scattering around the wooden finishing of Noah's floor. Hot headed and barely seeing properly, I side stepped the mess, hoping one of the maids would hear the ruckus I was making and come clean it up. I found my next target, Noah's bedside table. It didn't hold a lot, just a mug and some pens. Another glance and I saw Anthonia's framed photograph. One more look at her pretty smile was all it took for all my sanity to go out the window.

"Bailey, don't do it." Zoe's whimpering voice was like a backdrop to all the million bad decisions swirling around in my head. She'd been crying for close to an hour no
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