Chapter 89- Issue

The first light of dawn was seeping through the curtains into Marianne's bedroom, casting a light on the littered room. Marianne sat at the edge of her bed; her eyes fell on the blackened windowpane. She had hardly slept since Stephen went out the night before. It was as if her heart was beating against her chest while she replayed their last confrontation repeatedly in her head.

She had glanced at her phone for what felt like the hundredth time. The screen was an endless list of missed calls, all of them to Stephen. Each ring had been answered by voicemail. Frustration gnawed at her, and she pressed her trembling fingers to her lips in a struggle to keep her anxiety at bay.

She dialed Stephen's number again and inhaled sharply at the immediate click of his voice. She hung up and pressed redial, but when again the call went straight to voicemail, she put down the phone to pace around the room.

The quiet was suddenly too much to stand, so Marianne dialed her mother's number and waited
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