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CHAPTER 54

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The apartment was quiet in a way that felt unnatural since Jessica was moved to the Devereaux complex.

It’s not the deliberate silence that Althea had cultivated since she was left in the apartment alone with Dominic. It was measured, controlled, and carefully distant, but something heavier, as if the space itself was waiting.

The afternoon light pooled on the marble floor, catching dust motes that drifted lazily in the air. Outside, the city moved on, unaware that inside this luxury high-rise,
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