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The Return To Manhattan

Author: Vivian Onuoha
last update publish date: 2026-07-22 18:16:37

The lake house was quieter than it had ever been.

Not because there was nothing left to say.

Because every conversation now ended with the same conclusion.

They had to go back.

Vivian zipped the last compartment of her overnight bag before looking around the guest room.

Only a week ago, she had arrived frightened, confused, and certain her life would never be the same.

She had been right.

A gentle knock came at the door.

"Come in."

Damien stepped inside.

He glanced at the packed suit
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