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Unmoving: Chapter Eight

∼∞∼ The first fingers of dawn crept over the distant mountains, rousing birds to protest the incessant splattering of rain. True to Portland weather, the night had been plagued with bouts of torrential downpours and menacingly overcast periods that were

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Unmoving: Chapter Nine

∼∞∼ A streak of silver as the sun reflected off a passing car interrupted my daze with the clarity of a flash bomb, bringing everything back into sharp relief. The ever-sputtering fountain; the cobblestone walkway that always glistened with a

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Unmoving: Chapter Ten

∼∞∼ The sound of the front door slamming rang through the silence like a rifle shot, and I flinched visibly, my reflection wincing back at me. “Hello?” I called. No response. “Is someone there?” It was too quiet. If someone

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Unmoving: Chapter Eleven

∼∞∼ I stumbled as my feet scuffed against the irregular surface of gravel instead of the smooth, wood decking I’d expected. Confused, I looked around. I was standing in the park by the waterfront, staring across the river at the

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Unmoving: Chapter Fourteen

∼∞∼ It was impossible. Stacy couldn’t be the woman I’d run into in the park. Aside from the color of her eyes, her features were all wrong. Delicate, with high cheek bones and soft, full lips, she looked nothing like

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Unmoving: Chapter Fifteen

  ∼∞∼ “Hey, Spud,” Mom said, smiling. I grimaced, but Young-Derek carefully hid his reaction. I’d always hated that nickname, the unfortunate by-product of an overzealous love for french fries when I was a toddler. Or so the story went.

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Unmoving: Chapter Sixteen

∼∞∼ “What? No! No no no. This can’t be happening.” Dad turned away, running both hands through his hair and pulling. Had he always been so melodramatic? I never remembered him that way. But, I suppose, distance had a way

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Unmoving: Chapter Seventeen

∼∞∼ I woke with a jolt. Or at least, that’s how it felt. I knew as soon as my eyes opened to the mesh-like texture obscuring my vision that my body hadn’t made the motion my mind thought it had.

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