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THE COST OF STAYING

Auteur: Favour
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-23 23:48:35

CHAPTER 25

The cottage had never felt so small.

It wasn’t because of its size. For the past five months, its modest walls had been Aria’s sanctuary. Every corner held memories she had created with trembling hands and quiet determination. She had painted the nursery herself. She had planted the lavender flowers outside the porch because the elderly woman next door insisted their scent brought peace. She had memorized the sound of the ocean every evening until it became the only lullaby capable
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