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~Plans To Disappear~

Auteur: Carabella
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-19 23:35:51

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

Camille's POV

I woke up to a ceiling that didn't look like where I dozed off.

This was different. This was my ceiling, my room, my bed, and I was in it when I should have been at the kitchen table with a borrowed laptop and a column of numbers that refused to cooperate, and it took me three full seconds to understand how I had gotten here.

Someone had carried me.

The jacket was the evidence. Still draped across my shoulders, too large, the collar brushing my cheek when I t
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