Rhett Chapter 18
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Evelyn lay in bed for a long time, utterly spent but unable to fall asleep. This house felt so big, though it was about half the size of the farmhouse she’d come from. And a third of the size of the homestead.
Everything felt too quiet, which was stupid, as this house actually sat on a street where other people lived.
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