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Chapter 87: In a mess

Author: Grace Grandi
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Chapter 87: In a mess

**Bryan’s POV**

Her sobs were too loud for the room, loud enough to rattle the walls, to chase the silence from the house like an unholy hymn of grief. The air was heavy, suffocating, as if sorrow itself had soaked into the plaster and wood.

Downstairs, I heard Maria’s cry. It was ragged from the throat of a woman who had given years of service to this house, who had become part of its fabric. That sound… it cut deeper than Bella’s sobs. Maria’s cry was real. That sound lodged in my chest, cold and sharp. It sent a chill crawling down my spine, and with it came another crash of reality.

My mother is really dead.

The thought refused to soften, no matter how I turned it over, it scraped like glass against my mind. My mother was gone, and with her went the last fragile thread tethering me to a childhood that had already been fractured. Now, I was truly alone. An orphan.

My thoughts drifted to Pascal. My older stepbrother. He had always been distant, a ghost at
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