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Whispers of Doubt"

Charlotte stood at the small dining table in her modest condominium, her hands pressed flat towards the surface. She stared at the stack of bills and grocery receipts in front of her, her thoughts far as she thought about the situation of things.

The room felt stifling, the partitions final because the weight of the whole thing pressed down on her chest.

Her mind drifted to Susan, she had done it again and she had just left like that.

Well, it was for her good, she didn't want anything that'd happen to her and Jasmine. She knew Susan too well.

Jasmine sat cross-legged on the floor,...