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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: LOVE IN RIDDLES

Author: Bara
last update publish date: 2026-07-10 00:06:56

Lena’s POV:

Sunlight cuts through the curtains.

I blink awake to Maria pulling them open.

I sit up. “Good morning.”

It’s a habit. It’s always been a habit with her.

She doesn’t answer. Just adjusts the fabric and moves away from the window.

“Breakfast is on your nightstand,” she says to the wall. Then she’s gone.

The door clicks.

And the memory hits me.

I sit up fast. “Maria.”

She pauses at the door and doesn’t turn all the way.

“Were you in here last night?” I a
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