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Chapter 76
Author: Youngblood
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Julia sat alone in the campaign office for hours, her thoughts still on the message she'd earlier received. Her staff hovered in the hallway, whispering behind half-shut doors, too afraid to interrupt the storm they’d heard behind the glass.

She didn’t answer her phone when it buzzed again. Didn’t look at the crisis memos piling up in unread folders. She just stood by the window, staring out at the city lights, asking herself how much more of herself she was willing to lose.

When the clock struck three, she made up her mind.

Julia grabbed her coat off the back of her chair, swept the stacks of statements into a drawer, and left her office door standing wide open behind her. She didn’t say goodbye to anyone. She didn’t owe this building any more pieces of herself tonight.

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The house was dark when she stepped inside and she found Philip exactly where she knew he’d be—slouched on the couch, a half-drained glass in his hand, the decanter beside him nearly empty. His tie was gone, his
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