Phoebe had a rough night, tossing and turning with nightmares of Donovan''s car flipping and sinking into the ocean, swallowed by the waves, leaving no trace of him. She woke up screaming, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding like a drum.


    The bedroom door flew open, and in walked Theodore, tall and looking all serious, his eyes locking onto her pale face.@@novelbin@@


    He sat down next to her, gripping her thin shoulders to keep her from jumping out of bed.


    "Phoebe, you''re still weak. Just chill for a bit longer," Theodore said, his eyes full of worry.


    Phoebe shrugged off his hand, grabbed the coat next to her, threw it on, and made a beeline for the door. Theodore was right on her heels. "Phoebe, where are you going?" he asked.


    Looking like she hadn''t slept in days, Phoebe''s lips were pale. She kept walking, "Where did Donovan''s ident happen? I need to see it." Theodore''s face darkened, "Eat something first, and I''ll take you there."


    Phoebe wasn''t having it, "I don''t want to eat. I can''t even think about food."


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