What the fuck is going on with you?

Liana’s POV

Dinner was a slow, agonizing kind of torture. Each soft clink of silverware against porcelain, each occasional, airy laugh from my mom, each low, rumbling drone of Mr. Ashford talking about some new business merger – they all coalesced into a maddening symphony of normalcy that felt utt...

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