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CHAPTER 167: The Honest Part

Penulis: Lady Sheldon
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Just like that, a couple of days slipped by without me even noticing. Time didn’t really feel like it moved here—it just… lingered. Stuck. Slow. Sometimes I felt like I was holding my breath for hours without realizing it.

Most of the time, I stayed inside with Ethan. He didn’t push me to go out, maybe because he could tell I didn’t want to. Or maybe because he didn’t trust leaving me alone here with all the people who still stared at me like I was some strange, dangerous animal they didn’t want in their backyard.

Every now and then, Ethan would head out to bring food or whatever else we needed. He never said much about where he went, and I didn’t ask. It was easier that way.

Me? I just… stayed. Sitting by the small window. Watching the light change. Listening to the muffled sound of life outside, too far away to make out details but close enough to remind me that the world was still moving, even if I wasn’t.

I would be a terrible liar if I said I liked it here.

I wanted to step
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do we ever find out what Camila is and who her father is and what about Greg and Camila's mother. do they manage to resolve their problems
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