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As Laura climbed into bed for the night, her phone echoed. Another text from Luke. He’d texted her three times already and she hadn’t responded. What was the point? It was over. She couldn’t keep stringing him along. And she also didn’t trust herself not to take the easy way out and run back into his arms. Better the devil you know.
She placed her phone on the side table and made herself comfortable leaning against the pillow, the hum of the lamp the only noise until she opened up Ryan’s journal.
She had promised herself, as she had her mum, to let it go. She berated herself for it taking so long. But this was it. This was the last thing she needed to take care of before she could leave it all in the past. She had to finish Ryan’s journal. She knew that she owed it to Ryan and hersel
