Chapter 23 Jane
Jane
I’m jolted out of sleep by an urgent voice.
My room is bright with morning sunlight, and I blink groggily to try to clear my head.
“Jane,” Keeley says. As she comes into focus, I see that she’s crying, tears spilling down her cheeks in earnest. I scramble to a seat, leaning against my headboard, my head swimming as I try to figure out why she’s so upset.
“Keeley? What’s wrong?”
“I have to show you something. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Jane.”
She hands her phone to me, and when I look at what’s on the screen, I stare in heart-pounding disbelief at the words I’m reading.
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