68: Let Me Guess

SERA

My lashes fluttered open slowly. Everything was too bright and too sterile, and the pillow beneath my head smelled faintly like bleach and antiseptics.

Wait.

This wasn't my apartment.

I bolted upright, gasping. "Shit! My pasta's gonna burn!"

The sound of a chair scraping made me jolt. I tu...

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