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What is going on?

Author: Mystique
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-06 23:03:07

Claire’s POV

The late morning sun filters through the wide glass windows of the café, warm and golden, casting a sheen over the polished wooden tables and scattering shadows across the tiled floor. The air smells faintly of roasted coffee and vanilla pastries, the comforting scent wrapping around me like a comfortable embrace, but even as I sip the cappuccino in front of me, I cannot shake the odd feeling that something is not quite right. I rarely come here at this hour, preferring the quiet of early mornings or the dim calm of late afternoons, but today has unfolded strangely from the start. Damon was called away unexpectedly, his assistant sending a hurried message that he had to handle urgent business at the company, and I, left with a free morning, thought to spend it here with my notebook, catching up on half-finished thoughts that never seem to leave me alone. It is in this almost serene moment that I hear his voice. A voice that used to be so familiar, it once was my life, but
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