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CHAPTER 41

Author: Ene Samuel
last update publish date: 2026-05-14 18:39:07

Author’s POV

Lyon was already at the corner table when Vivian walked in on Saturday.

She saw him through the window before she pushed the door open — sitting with his coffee and his phone face down on the table and that particular quality of stillness he had when he was waiting for something and trying not to look like he was waiting for something. She pushed the door open and the warmth of the café came at her and he looked up.

She sat down across from him.

“You’re early again,” she said.

“Tr
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