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Don't give up, Papa!

مؤلف: Nessa
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-20 16:29:14

Damien POV

The manor's silhouette cut through the darkness ahead.

I kept my eyes on the road, but my attention was entirely on the woman beside me.

Rachel hadn't spoken since we left her father's apartment. Not a single word. Instead, she sat curled into herself, arms wrapped tight around her body, staring blankly out the window like she was watching something I couldn't see.

I wanted to ask what happened.

The question sat heavy in my throat, demanding to be spoken. But I swallowed it down.

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