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Way:25 Dad’s Best Friend(4)

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Chapter 4: The Weight of Secrets

The final weeks of summer felt like they were slipping through my fingers. Every stolen moment with Marcus became more precious — and more dangerous. We had grown bolder but also more careful. Text messages on his private line were deleted immediately. Meetings were timed perfectly when Dad was at work or Mom was out. The guest house became our sanctuary, a place where we could talk for hours, hold each other, and share kisses that grew deeper with every encount
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