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Chapter 88

Penulis: P.M.I Charlotte
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Gerald.

Monday. 28th July. Five days later…

Evening.

Luke and I sit at Alon’s bar, nursing our drinks. Smoke coils through the air, the sharp scent of cigarettes clinging to everything.

I sip my beer, watching as our wives laugh with a few women across the room. Humans. Iris is so at home among them, chatting brightly, while Primrose amplifies every story with wild gestures, anchoring her.

I was the one who suggested this night out. We all needed air after the madness of the last few days. Simon’s battle. His widow’s petition to the elders in New York. Erianna’s betrayal. Iris’ distance. Too much. Tension has been shattering through us like glass.

“What was the verdict concerning Simon's widow, Gerald?” Luke raises his voice over the thrum of music.

I drag my eyes from my wife and exhale. “They dismissed it. Despite all the supporters she gathered. The elders felt her petition was uncalled for, especially since she never brought it up while her husband lived.”

Luke frowns, sh
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