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“Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we think it is a sign of strength to endure something nobody should ever have to? Why do we see it as a sign of weakness to break up with somebody who brings us nothing but misery?”

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In this suspenseful novel, a woman goes missing, leaving behind a trail of cryptic clues that lead to a chilling discovery. The story unfolds as the protagonist, driven by a personal connection, navigates through the complexities of the case, uncovering dark secrets and hidden truths. more

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