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CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: The Second Envelope

作者: Romance Addict
last update 公開日: 2026-07-31 19:43:26
Emma's POV

I stare at the second envelope on the mat.

Cream. Heavy stock. Centred exactly where the first one was, as if the person who placed it measured the distance from the door frame with the same care both times. Placed within the last twenty minutes, while I sat at my kitchen counter listening to Ace describe the posture I take when I am afraid.

Which means whoever left it is still in the building.

Or was, in the last twenty minutes.

Or has a key, or a way of coming and going, that the c
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