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Chapter 10 The Drawer

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-04-04 13:59:56

Julian needed an insurance document for Lily's school enrollment consultation. He sent Aurora to his private study to retrieve it.

She walked very slowly down the hall. It was her first time crossing that specific threshold. The heavy air hit her lungs the moment she opened the oak door.

The room still smelled intensely like a person who was no longer here.

It was a faint trace of dried lavender. Miya's signature scent.

She moved slowly toward the massive mahogany desk. She found the manila fol
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