CHAPTER 39 – Delivery
Lia starfished across her bed, one foot hanging off the side, glow-in-the-dark stars overhead staring down like quiet judges. She was bored out of her mind. The ceiling fan creaked above her, spinning a slow, lazy circle, its blades catching stray flashes of light from the street outside. She huffed out a breath. Her chest felt hollow. Like she was waiting for something to happen—but the only thing happening was the faint click-click-click of the fan and the distant hum of traffic. She grabbed her phone and flipped it over on her chest, the screen bathing her face in pale blue glow. t****k was a minefield. Every other video was some girl crying over a cheating boyfriend or perfectly filtered influencers in Italy, and Lia couldn’t decide which was worse. She scrolled until her thumb hu
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