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At her doorstep

Penulis: Leelee
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-17 05:56:03

Layla's POV

The car ride felt like a coffin. Silent. Heavy. Suffocating.

Damian drove with one hand tight on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack. The dim glow of the dashboard lit up his face in sharp angles, every line etched with tension. His other hand tapped against his thigh, an unconscious beat that betrayed his impatience.

I sat beside him, my palms sweating, my mind racing faster than the car itself. The PI’s words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head: She’s alive. She has a house. She works. She’s close.

Michelle.

Michelle, who had supposedly died. Michelle, who had looked me in the eye and denied her son.

I stared out the window, the world passing in a blur of streetlights and shadows. My chest felt tight. What if she slammed the door in our faces again? What if she humiliated Jaden all over, ripping open wounds that still hadn’t healed? Or worse—what if she wasn’t just running from her past, but hiding something dangerous enough to swal
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