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The next day, I tried to message Sylvia. My password didn’t work. I tried to text, but my phone was locked and that password failed too.
I began to sweat. Was I getting them wrong? I must call my son! But all my numbers were in my contacts, not in my head.
And then my car key didn’t work. Nor did the pass code to my front door. I sat on the step and wept as darkness fell.
I was too stupid to live.
Damien stood over me, smiling.