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Chapter Thirty-Two: Too Soon

作者: CeeJey
last update 公開日: 2026-04-28 09:20:43

PENELOPE

Seraphina's perfume lingered in my apartment after she had gone.

I opened every window but it stayed in the air like her presence, stubborn and never really fading away.

In the kitchen, I made pancakes and tea. I moved around because staying still felt like waiting for trouble.

My daughter was awake in her bouncer, watching me with those dark, serious eyes that seemed to know too much. She made a sound, to remind me of her presence.

"I know," I said.

Then she kicked her feet in excite
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Was Adrian single or divorcee or ?
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