I took out the almost half-empty pack of cigarettes, fingers shaking as I popped one into my mouth. It felt so paranoid smoking nowadays, worried that Izaak was lurking in the shadows, ready to catch me. Or that Violet and Gabe would see me, even though Violet was long gone and Gabe would likely be in the office another couple of hours.
The first inhalation instantly soothed my nerves, getting me addicted all over again. The guilt and shame were easy bury.
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