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Chapter Twenty-two

Author: Gabby Emmanuel
last update publish date: 2026-08-26 18:27:26

(Rebecca's POV)

A little later, I walked up to my old room and for an eternity, my hand hovered over the door knob in hesitation. I couldn’t quite describe the feeling, but entering into the room felt like desecrating a memory that had stood in place.

I drew in a long breath and exhaled afterwards, steeling myself to confront the past I’d betrayed. I held my breath in surprise as I stepped into the room eventually. My eyes swept over every single corner of the room that held all my childhood me
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