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Chapter 110: The Press Conference

Penulis: Raodot Salihat
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-10 14:02:11

Adrian's POV

Noah woke up at six fifty nine.

One minute after I arrived.

I heard him before I saw him. The specific sequence of sounds that constituted his morning, the creak of his bed, the soft thud of his feet on the floor, the particular quality of his movement through the apartment that was different from Amara's, lighter and more erratic, the movement of someone for whom the path between bedroom and kitchen was an opportunity rather than a route.

He appeared in the kitchen doorway.

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