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Chelle
On Friday, I call Story.
My hope withered during the week when Nikolai never texted me back.
Now this gnawing sense of panic that I’ve lost him grows stronger every day.
At least Zane came over, and we had a long, painful heart to heart about his bad choices this year. I guess the good thing is that he’s been scared back to sanity. He swears he won’t touch cocaine or gambling ever again.
I hope it’s true.
He also told me Nikolai had stayed by his side the night at the hospital, driving him home at two in the morning. Which means Shanna’s right. Nikolai cares.
Maybe he even loves me.
God, I definitely love him. I don’t know how or why I kept pretending I didn’t. Yes, I have qualms about his profession, but I actually have zero doubts about him, the person. I’ve always bee
