ログインHer words landed like sunlight through a crack in the clouds. I blinked at her, confused. “Get out?”“Pack a bag,” she said, gripping my shoulders. “You’re not staying here another night. You need air. Peace. You need to be somewhere that doesn’t make you feel trapped.”I looked at her, stunned. “Em
Madelin’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed staring at the pale green dress hanging from the wardrobe door, the one I’d bought just days ago. It should have filled me with excitement. It was the dress I would wear to my son’s wedding, to the start of his new life, the life he’d always deserved. But al
I barely noticed the hours passing. I was deep in it—tasting, plating, adjusting seasoning, checking the flow of service—until the clock blinked 2:45 p.m. and the last of the lunch crowd drifted out.That’s when Emma cornered me.“Alright,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter
Emily’s POVMorning sunlight streamed through the apartment windows in golden stripes when I woke. Damian was already dressed, sitting at the counter with his coffee and reading something on his phone—focused, intense, the way he always looked before a busy day. I padded over in my robe, kissed his
Schwartz exhaled, and I could hear the tension ease from his voice for the first time. “Thank God. I’ve been here a month, Damian. A month. My wife’s ready to kill me if I miss another birthday.”“You’ll be home soon,” I said, though my tone lacked conviction. “Just wait for Soma’s signal before you
Damian’s POVThe door closed softly behind Emily, and I stood in the middle of the apartment, the faint hum of the city outside pulsing like a heartbeat through the glass windows. She was humming lightly as she turned on the shower—an easy, domestic sound that should have comforted me. But instead,






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