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Chapter 52

Auteur: Josephine Mbanefo
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Lilith’s Pov

I kept waiting.

Pacing around the hallway, checking the time every five minutes. Opening Killian’s bedroom door, hoping he'd be lying there… but no. It was empty and cold Like he never planned to come home.

I called him. Again. And again.

No answer.

I texted.

Nothing.

Not a single reply.

Was it the kiss? Was I that disgusting to him? That one moment of weakness, of confusion—did it push him that far away? I didn’t mean for it to happen… I didn’t even plan it.

Was I that unlovable?

Tears threatened to build in my eyes, but I blinked them back. I didn’t want to cry again. Not tonight. I crawled into bed, burying my face into the pillow, trying to breathe.

He’ll be back tomorrow, I told myself.

He has to.

****

Morning came.

But he didn’t.

The first thing I did was check my phone. Still no messages from him. Just one from Emily:

“I'll be back with Maya this morning.”

I sighed. At least that was something.

I decided today was going to be different. I deserved peace, even for j
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