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Chapter 82: To Carry the Light

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Davina’s POV

Six Months Later

The scent of blooming gardenias and crisp sea salt drifted through the open French doors of the estate, carrying the gentle warmth of an late-afternoon breeze. Outside, the sunlight danced across the tranquil waters of the bay—a serene expanse of blue that bore no trace of the storm that had once threatened to drag our lives into the abyss.

I stood before the tall arched mirror, brushing my fingers over the fine silk lace of

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