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Chapter 33: Calix's Silence

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-11-18 00:11:55

Hailey's POV

Three days had passed since Calix stood me up at that abandoned warehouse, three days of radio silence that made me question everything he'd told me about Nancy and Evans and secrets that supposedly mattered.

I called his number the first day, listened to it ring four times before going to voicemail, "hey it's me, just wondering what happened, call me back."

I called again the second day, same result, this time I didn't leave a message.

By the third day I felt foolish standing in
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