A racing mind
As they piled into Carter’s van, Paul stared out the window, his mind racing. What would Evelyn say? Would she even remember him? Questions tangled together in Paul’s chest, too fast and heavy to untangle.
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He gripped the seatbelt tightly across his lap. Answers waited at the end of this drive—and Paul wasn’t sure he was ready for them.
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