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Author: C'meewrites
last update publish date: 2026-11-02 13:24:46

"Stay inside," Julian said.

"No," said Amara.

He turned, and she met his eyes without flinching. "Not because you can't protect me. Because it's my street, my mother's shop, and my family. We go out together or not at all."

A long breath left him. "Together."

Chloe was already at the window with her phone raised. Mrs. Bennett had picked up the rolling pin. Elena stood very still beside the counter, one hand over her mouth.

Amara and Julian stepped out into the cold. The black car idled at the c
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