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Chapter 53

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Chapter 53 — Brandon’s POV

Secrets and Lies

There’s a special kind of silence that only shows up after midnight.

It’s not peaceful, but watchful.

The hospital room had slipped into that quiet hours ago.

Machines made soft humming sounds.

Outside the hallway, dim lights shone through a crack beneath the door, and somewhere far away, a trolley wheel squeaked every few minutes like a quiet whisper trying not to be heard.

Freya was asleep—or at least, she looked like she was.

Her head rested
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