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After the Park

Author: Alessia Frost
last update publish date: 2026-09-07 21:22:31

POV: Imogen

The twins were quiet on the drive home, unusual enough that Imogen kept checking the rearview mirror.

Declan had his forehead against the window, watching the coastal streets pass with the distracted focus of a boy still processing what had happened.

Hayley sat beside him with her hands in her lap and her eyes forward, her usual position when she was thinking about things she wasn't ready to discuss.

At the cottage, Imogen made toasted sandwiches because it was past lunch and nobody
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