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VIVIENNE MAKES CONTACT

Author: Promise Ime
last update publish date: 2026-03-12 05:11:38

Daniel's POV

The message came at seven forty three in the morning.

Unknown number. I almost did not open it. Unknown numbers had a specific category in my life now and the category was not one I engaged with without consideration. But something made me open it. The same something that had been sitting in my chest since Saturday evening. The cold that had not left since dinner.

*We need to talk. Alone. Before you do something that hurts my sister.*

I read it twice.

I put the phone down.

I picked
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