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Donna collapses onto the bed, her body trembling with the weight of her emotions. Tears stream down her cheeks as she clutches her face in her hands, overwhelmed as Tyson's retreating footsteps fade down the corridor, together with his own sobs.
But just as Donna sinks deeper into her despair, her phone lying on the nightstand beside her suddenly springs to life, jolting her from her anguish. She makes up her mind not to answer it, her trembling hand inching toward the device to silence it. But the moment her eyes catch a glimpse of the caller ID, her heart races, and she fumbles to answer the call.
“Chase,” she whispers, her voice crackling as she desperately asks him where he is before he can speak. However, Chase cuts h
