35. Kate
35 KATE The tan folder sat on my bed for about an hour while I stared at it in complete silence. What if Emily gave Sam a totally different file than she gave me? Sam didn’t give Cooper specifics on what was in there, so we didn’t know the truth either way, and it was too late in the evening to call him and ask. Cooper kept quiet beside me, tracing his fingers along my arms and my legs in hopes that it would help calm me down. Nothing worked. “I’m scared, Cooper,” I finally admitted. “I want to know what’s in here, but in a way I don’t.” Cooper sat up on the bed and pulled me into his body, placing a leg on each side. “I know you’re scared, and believe me, I was scared when I stopped taking my pills because I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. But I had you with me to help me thr
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