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Chapter Twenty-Four Part 1: Day One

Author: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update publish date: 2026-03-15 10:10:41

The car ride was silent.

Two hours north of the city. Through suburbs that thinned into countryside. Then into woods.

Isabella drove. Calm. Focused.

In the back seat, she sat. Staring at nothing. Hands folded in her lap.

Atlas sat beside her. Watching her peripherally. She hadn't moved since they'd left the penthouse. Hadn't blinked. Just stared.

Gone. Still completely gone.

"We're almost there," Isabella said. Breaking the silence. "My estate. Private. Secure. No one for miles."

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