“I can’t do this,” Tessa said, not for the first time. She had no idea how much time had passed since she’d gone down the steps at the cottage, and an unfamiliar notification met her ears again.
Then again.
She finally realized the beeps came from the phone she carried in her hand, and she lifted it to look at it. The sunshine glinted off the screen, nea…
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