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FIFTY-FIVE

Penulis: Tobi
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-24 00:24:13

JAKE'S POV

Six weeks out, I stopped thinking about the anniversary as a deadline and started thinking about it as something closer to a destination, a distinction that felt small until I actually noticed how differently it changed the way I moved through each day leading up to it.

I found Hailey in the kitchen on a Sunday morning, coffee in hand, scrolling through something on her phone with the same distracted attention she'd worn for most of the year before Kessler's offer finally shook somet
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