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ent. At first, Shayla tried to brush it off as stress or fatigue, but deep down, she knew that something was wrong. She just didn't know what. One day, as they were walking through the park, J

hiding something from her, and she was determined to find out what it was. "Jermaine, is everything okay?" Shayla asked, her voice firm but gentle. Jermaine looked at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Everything's fine, Shayla," he said, his voice neutral. "Don't worry about it." But Shayla couldn't help but w