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Destroyed Trust

Auteur: Luisa
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-22 01:07:54

ELENA’S POV

The villa stayed dark. I sat on the top step of the staircase with my knees pulled to my chest and my arms wrapped tight around them. Tears had dried on my cheeks hours ago leaving tight salty tracks that stung whenever I moved. The house felt too big and too quiet without Enzo’s footsteps or his low voice drifting from another room.

I kept checking my phone even though the screen stayed black. His line rang straight to voicemail after the last time he picked up and disconnected t
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