C120 A Stroke of Luck

JAMES

“James, you don’t mean that!” Destiny said, her gentle touch on my arm sending a shiver down my spine.

Oh, but I did. The weight of my words hung heavy in the air.

“James, come with me to the hospital. Please,” Dad pleaded, holding the limo's door open, its sleek black exterior gleaming in the interior light, a stark contrast to the darkness in my heart.

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