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chapter 7: No forgiveness

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(Evelyn pov)

The knock on my hospital door was sharp. Cold.

Like him.

I didn’t say come in. Didn’t acknowledge it at all. But the door opened anyway.

Sebastian entered, his tall stature filling the area, projecting elongated shadows in the softly lit room. The atmosphere changed, growing denser, bearing down on me with a nearly choking heaviness.

He remained silent. Did not go past the entrance. He just stood there, observing me.

His facial expression was inscrutable, a flawless facade of apathy, but I observed the nuances he couldn't entirely conceal. The rigidity in his shoulders, the manner in which his jaw tightened just a bit. And his hands, fingers curling by his sides, as if preparing for collision.

Like he expected me to explode. Like he knew he deserved it.

He was uncomfortable.

Good.

I avoided looking at him directly, keeping my eyes fixed on my lap, where my hands were held so tightly that my nails almost broke through my skin. The quiet lingered between us, end
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