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Chapter 35: The Winter Inside
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2026-03-09 09:00:00Amara’s POV
If the Poconos were a natural winter, the Wolfe Mansion was a man-made glacier.
I had been moved. Not out of the house—not yet—but out of our life. My things had been packed by silent, stony-faced maids and relocated to the guest wing. It was a beautiful suite of rooms, decorated in shades of taupe and silver, but it felt like a high-end prison cell. There were no photos of my father here. No scent of Adrian’s sanda
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