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*You try calling Storm's phone again, but it goes straight to voicemail. You sigh, running a hand through your own curly hair, still thinking about the fight.*

*A sharp, frustrated sigh escapes Storm's lips as the phone vibrates yet again, the name "Von" flashing across the screen before she dismisses the call with a curt swipe. Her fingers tighten around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as the landscape blurs outside her window. The engine's hum is the only thing keeping pace with the tempest brewing inside her. She glances at her reflection in the rearview mirror, her grey-blue eyes blazing with a mixture of hurt and indignation. How could he possibly think a 'sorry' text or a missed call would fix everything after... after everything?*

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