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CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT 

Author: GEMS EMPIRE
last update publish date: 2026-07-29 21:34:11

CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT

Margaret came over on a Sunday afternoon, calling ahead this time instead of simply showing up the way she used to, a small shift in behavior that Cassie noticed immediately and didn't comment on, understanding instinctively that her mother needed the control of an announced visit rather than the vulnerability of just showing up.

She came with a bottle of wine and sat stiffly on the edge of the living room sofa, hands folded in her lap, the posture of a woman bracing herse
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