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Chapter Twenty-Six FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS, I SAT DOWN AND WROTE IN A JOURNAL before bed. I was struggling. Just when I thought I could manage the challenges I’d been presented, some new bump in the road sent me reeling. I needed a way to work through all the emotions. Normally, I’d talk to Ashley. She’d been my sounding board for years—the person I could count on to help me through any crisis—but I couldn’t share these new problems with her. I had to find a way to cope on my own. Therefore, journaling was going to be my new best friend. I was a dozen pages into my rambling thoughts when I heard a noise from downstairs. I wasn’t in the practice of leaving on a TV or radio, so the place was usually quiet. My neighbors kept to themselves, and traffic was minimal on the road out front. M
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