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The Hours That Would Not End

Penulis: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-14 19:42:46

Fernando’s POV

I have lived through nights of gunfire. I have walked into ambushes where my heart pounded against my ribs as bullets rained down. I have sat across the table from men who would slit my throat if I dared to blink.

But this quiet evening at the dining table with Henry chewing on his food while two hours passed without word of Michael or Emilio was somehow worse.

The air was heavy with silence. The silver cutlery clinked whenever Henry cut into his food. The sound echoed like hammer in my skull.

Two hours ago, I told them to search, to comb every street and corner of the city, but no call had come. No word and no trace of Michael.

My jaw tightened as I picked up my fork again, stabbing absently at the roast chicken in front of me. I forced my hand to move, forced myself to chew slowly, to swallow as if nothing was wrong.

For Henry’s sake.

The boy sat opposite me, shoulders straight, trying to mimic my composure. He was too young to understand the weight pressing down
Osarumwense Osakue

🔥 Will Fernando find out what Michael was doing during those missing hours? And what will Fernando do now that his fear has turned into anger? 👉 Keep reading to find out what happens in the next chapter!

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