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CHAPTER 58 : THE INTRODUCTION 2

作者: Déesse
last update 公開日: 2026-03-14 20:52:28

Diane

I get into the car. My father sits beside me. Liam closes the door, a dull, final sound, then takes his place in front, next to the chauffeur.

The journey is a tunnel of silence. The city streets, so familiar, scroll past the tinted windows like a disconnected silent film. None of us speak. My father's breathing is steady, indifferent. The scent of new leather and air conditioning is nauseating. I watch the back of Liam's neck, straight, motionless. A rock in this landscape of icy absurdi
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    DianeHis smile is triumphant. Our "adventure" is limited to the bridle path bordering the property, a one-kilometer loop of packed earth, surrounded by hedges trimmed to perfection. He has it raked every morning, so that no stone, no branch might threaten my balance.Outside, the air is sharp, heavy with autumn's damp smell. The trees have shed their leaves, their black skeletons silhouetted against a leaden sky. He takes my arm, slips it under his, his hand covering mine. A protective embrace. A gentle taking of possession.— Slowly, my darling. Take your time.We walk. Slowly. Each step is measured. He speaks, in a low, continuous voice. He tells me about his plans for the park, for the baby's room, for education. He speaks of private tutors, foreign languages, chosen sports. He has planned everything, right up to adolescence. His voice is a warm murmur against my ear, a filter between me and the world.I watch our feet moving forward, sid

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