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Chapter 1 the scream came out shrill

Word Count: 1387    |    Released on: 25/03/2024

cheated once, you screwed up always! I don't want that kind of man raising my son, Laura. My baby will definitely be better off without a father. DOMINIC — What the hell possess

enses. It was the fact that I was excluded from her new family, where her stepmother and three stepdaughters were included, but there was no room for me. — Breathe, relax... stay positive! You want it, you can, you can do it! — I let out a laugh, without any trace of humor, feeling my eyes water. - That's it Girl! Be your own motivational coach. It was precisely my vibe of positive thoughts that led me not to ask for a refund on the travel package that my mother paid for in advance, months before my twentieth birthday. Months before she left me because of a fatal illness. — I think she already knew... — I expressed the thought. — I think she wanted to bring me some comfort after leaving and knowing how much I wanted to see the sea, she took care of everything. I was on vacation from college and didn't even know if I would return for the next semester. In addition, I also managed to get fifteen days of vacation pay that I still had pending from my job as a receptionist at the dental clinic. Even though I knew I would be “fucked up” when I returned, having to face the new reality of living alone and managing in my thirties to pay the bills, I came to Ilha do Sol with courage and courage, because I almost had no money left. — Just three more days of paradise before embracing a life of fits and starts. The thoughts of self-pity were put aside as soon as I noticed a few meters ahead, what appeared to be an unconscious person... or dead. Oh my God! The waves hit my feet and, driven by instinct, I dropped the pair of flip-flops that I was holding in one hand and ran towards who I soon noticed was a man. Dressed in business attire, including shoes, he showed no indication of being breathing. — Please, boy! Be alive, be alive! — I knelt down in the sand and started to gently pat his face, noticing that he wasn't completely soaked, as the weak waves only reached his knees. — Be alive! When I considered mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, even without any knowledge, but driven by the desire to save him, the man began to cough, with his eyes still closed, scaring me and providing relief at the same time. - Are you well? What happened? He coughed a few times but was unable to respond. I quickly set him aside in case

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