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Chapter Seventy:Never Lost A Case

Autor: Rejoice Ezeh
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-05 19:15:32

The days after Rhett's arrest had a different texture to them.

Not easy — Nicole was not naive enough to expect easy, and the work that came with the aftermath of six years dismantled was real and daily and demanding. But different. The specific difference of a house where the weather had changed. Where the thing you had been bracing against was no longer coming and your body was slowly, reluctantly, learning to believe that.

The case built steadily.

Ashley's formal testimony was added to the f
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