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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE BOY SHE NEVER FORGOT

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-24 05:21:15
The next morning, Annabelle lay silently on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

For the first time in days, the tension in her chest had loosened. She could still remember everything that had happened the previous night the fear, the confusion, the questions surrounding the murder investigation but strangely, one memory kept pushing everything else aside.

Michael, her old school senior.

A faint smile touched her lips as an old memory resurfaced.

It had happened years ago, when Annabelle was
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