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Chapter 9
Lily had never been to the ocean before, yet she felt the waves beneath her in a gentle, swaying movement. The water was warm, and the waves wrapped around her like a pair of powerful arms. An unfamiliar voice echoed from beneath the surface, bubbling from within the deep, muffled and distant.
Anthony.
At the name, she instantly stiffened. She was twelve again, barely a woman, and the sharp hands of her mother were pulling her, tearing her away. She was screaming, pleading, yet her cries fell on deaf ears. She needed to find him, to save him, to tell him she loved him, but she couldn’t move.
He’s dead, her conscience answered.
The water around her grew cold with her guilt. The ocean stilled like the eerie calm in the eye of a storm. Lily struggled to breathe as the water pressed in around her, threatening to swallow her as she drowned in its depths.
Anthony was dead, which meant she might as well be too. The waves whispered in a crashin
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