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The Weight of Silence

Penulis: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-03 17:36:30

Michael’s POV

I folded another shirt and tossed it into the open suitcase on the bed.

Not neatly. Not with care. Just... tossed.

Packing had always felt like a transition, a promise of change, movement, maybe even something new.

But not this time.

This wasn’t a fresh start. It was a sentence. A return to something I didn’t want.

The morning sun crept through the thin curtains, pouring long shadows across the floor of the room I had refused to call mine, even though I had lived in it for months now.

Santiago’s mansion had been a reluctant refuge after Alan died. And I had spent every day since avoiding Fernando, ignoring conversations, and mourning the only person who ever truly saw me in this mansion.

Outside the window, the world moved on, as if untouched by the storm inside me.

I could hear them downstairs—Fernando’s men.

They moved like a unit, talking and laughing as they carried boxes and luggage out to the black SUVs parked in the courtyard.

They were Fernando’s things.

I
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