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Chapter 111: Asking for More Than Forgiveness

작가: Mirabel
last update 최신 업데이트: 2026-01-07 05:34:40

Cole POV

Before I get into the clinic, I had rehearse the words I wanted to say on my way to the clinic.

I didn't say the words out loud. That would make it seem so real too soon. But still they loop in my head, colliding with old memories and newer fears until I’m gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary.

It’s just a question. She's free to say no which she probably will.

But still that doesn't me from trying.

The bell above the clinic door chimes when I step inside, and the familiar mix of antiseptic and herbal tea washes over me. It’s late afternoon which is my favourite time to come visiting. There are fewer patients presen. By this time, Ella is usually relaxed a little, the rigid lines on her shoulders having esse up as the day winds down.

She looks up from the counter, pen paused mid note.

“You’re late,” she says.

She didn't say it in an annoyed or accusing manner. Just in an observant way.

“Traffic,” I reply, shrugging out of my jacket. “And I stopped to pick up t
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