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Chapter 93

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-23 23:19:18

ELISHA’S POV

I didn’t know how much time had passed with me just sitting there, staring off into space.

I didn’t hear him come in.

There was only the hush of the door closing and the faintest click of the lock sliding back into place. My body stayed still, alert. The packet of pills was still in my hand. The report tucked beneath my thigh, cold and damning against my skin.

I didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Just sat there, frozen in the silence.

His steps echoed lightly through the room—calm, unhurried. A jacket tossed onto the chair. Cufflinks placed into the ceramic tray on the dresser. His usual routine.

I blinked, finally swallowing back the dryness scraping my throat. When he turned toward me, I tucked the report under the pillow, but kept the pills in my hand.

“Elisha,” he said softly. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

I turned to face him without a word. I walked across the room, every step tightening my chest. When I was close enough, I hurled the box at him. It hit his chest a
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