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"I heard voices," Francesca mumbled, though her eyes sharpened as she took in Tiffany’s distressed posture. "Tiff? You’re spiraling again."

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Tiffany sat on the edge of the bed, her back to the headboard. She wasn't sleeping. She rarely slept anymore. Her reflection ghosted in the darkened windowpane, a silhouette against the backdrop of a sleeping metropolis. She traced the rim of an empty wine glass with her finger, a slow, rhythmic motion that was the only sound in the room until the floorboards creaked. "I heard voices," Francesca mumbled, though her eyes