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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: EYES IN THE MIRROR
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2025-07-26 18:06:01Louis leaned against the frame of the garage wall, phone in hand, fingers hovering over the keyboard. The staff moved around him in a steady blur—drivers adjusting car mirrors, gardeners watering the hedges—but his mind was elsewhere.
With her. He stared at the message he'd just typed, reading it over again before finally pressing send. > Louis: Can we talk? Just you and me. I miss your voice. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and crossed his arms, the familiar tension already settling into his shoulders. She wouldn’t answer right away—he knew her life wasn’t hers anymore. It belonged to every room she walked into, to every title her last name carried. But he also knew her silences well. And he knew she’d come. Just then, his phone buzzed. > Lauren: I’ll find a way. Going shopping today—I’ll text you when we can slip away. He smi
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