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56 -What the Future Holds

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Denver’s voice carried through the living room, calm but determined. “Here’s what I have in mind for us,” he began, his gaze lingering on India, then shifting to his parents. “India and I want a future together—one that’s happy, stable, and not weighed down by all this tension.”

India squeezed his hand, drawing strength from the simple gesture. She could feel Sharon’s eyes on her, searching, hoping for some hint of what was to come. India took a breath, determined to bring some clarity.

“I want
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