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Chapter 100 – Maeve’s Book
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2026-06-18 00:36:16The soft late-afternoon light streamed through the window of the office Zion had specially set up for her on the second floor of the house. Maeve sat in front of her laptop, her fingers paused over the keyboard. It had been almost two years since she began writing in secret, during the early mornings when insomnia brought back the hardest memories. The book was born from pain. From those scars she had carried since her youth—abandonment, emotional abuse, violence disguised
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