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Rain Mixed with Pleasure

Author: Lazywriter
last update publish date: 2026-03-05 21:02:50

[Sarah’s POV]

By the time I turned the car onto the private trail leading to the far edge of the Hale estate, it was pouring heavily. I didn't head for the house. I couldn't face the silence of my own bedroom, and I couldn't look at Caleb’s sleeping face without seeing the ghosts of the three brothers and sisters he should have had.

I drove straight to the the mini flat where Norman lived.

I killed the engine and ran. By the time I reached the porch, the rain had soaked through my silk blouse a
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