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the father's fumble

Penulis: Meeka El
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-18 05:28:30

Millicent's POV

Kent Henry sends me a Cartier bracelet for no reason.

It arrives by courier on a Tuesday afternoon, nestled in a velvet box, accompanied by a card that says "Thinking of you" in handwriting that's too perfect to be his own.

Someone on his staff wrote this. Someone on his staff picked out the bracelet, wrapped it, arranged delivery. Kent Henry probably doesn't even know what a Cartier store looks like from the inside.

I stare at it for a long time, the diamonds catching light from my studio window. They're beautiful, objectively, undeniably beautiful. The kind of jewelry I used to see in magazines and assume I'd never touch. Now it sits in my hand, cold and glittering, and all I feel is tired.

Then I pick up the phone.

"Kent. We need to talk."

We meet at a restaurant he chose, of course he chose, he always chooses, one of those places where the menu doesn't list prices because if you have to ask, you can't afford it.

The tables are spaced far enough apart to ensure pr
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