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Visit From The Montrel

Autor: Nessa
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-11 07:00:18

The day of the visit

The day arrived faster than Sarah wanted.

She stood at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables with mechanical precision. Her hands moved on autopilot while her mind wandered elsewhere.

Upstairs, baby Rachel slept peacefully in her crib. In the living room, Marcus and her husband were setting the table, both practically vibrating with excitement.

And in a few hours, Vincent Montrel would be sitting in her home.

Sarah's knife slipped. Pain flared as t
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