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Chapter 72
Author: Youngblood
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Julia had been standing by the window for hours. The once-bustling campaign office now felt like a ghost ship—phones still ringing, screens still flickering with polling data, aides whispering into headsets—but all of it muffled, distant, like she was underwater.

Her whole focus was on her phone, gripped tight in her hand as if she could will it to stay silent just a little longer. But she knew the call was coming. She knew because Philip had messaged her an hour ago.

When the phone finally buzzed, the screen lit with a simple word that still felt like a battle flag: Chance.

She didn’t even say hello. She just whispered his name—like a prayer, like a question she already knew the answer to.

“Mom.”

His voice sounded like it was traveling across an ocean of exhaustion and miles of burned hope. She could hear the quiet echo of an engine in the background, Gary’s low rumble of a voice somewhere close by. Even that comforted her a little—her boy was not alone.

“Tell me,” she managed, her f
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