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CHAPTER 9: Unspoken Absolution
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2026-10-19 00:00:59Maya’s Point of View
I didn't sleep well that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing Julian standing in the cool autumn drizzle twenty feet away on the sidewalk, looking directly into my eyes. For ten long years, I had built my survival around expecting his coldness—expecting his sharp jawline to set, his eyes to cut right past me, and his shoulders to tense as if my presence were a minor inconvenience he had to endure.
When he didn't look away
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