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Questions Without Good Answers

Penulis: Alessia Frost
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-24 21:05:31

POV: Imogen

She got them home in eighteen minutes.

She did not remember most of the drive. She remembered her hands on the wheel, the coastal road, Hayley sitting quietly in the back seat, and Declan being equally silent, which was more alarming because Declan was constitutionally opposed to silence in moving vehicles.

Inside the cottage, she took their bags, hung them by the door, and went to the kitchen to make food. She wasn't hungry. She doubted they were either. Cooking was simply an activ
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