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Chapter 10

Author: P. Mahlangu
last update publish date: 2026-03-05 17:41:47

The Miller household was a place of soft edges and predictable rhythms—the smell of laundry detergent, the sound of the evening news, the gentle clink of dinner plates. But for Toby, the silence was screaming. It had been four days since the dinner at the estate, four days since he had seen Lisa’s face shatter under the weight of something he couldn't name.

He sat in his room, the single sunflower he had intended to give her now a dried, shriveled husk on his nightstand. He had called. He had
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