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Chapter Fifty-Three: Two Weeks of Watching

Author: Precious
last update publish date: 2026-07-11 20:59:12

She saw the message at six in the morning.

By five-forty, Nadia had given up pretending she was going to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she found herself back in the study, reliving that first kiss and everything it had changed.

Giving up on the dark, she went downstairs. While she waited for the kettle to boil, she picked up her phone from the counter.

Roland's text had arrived at midnight.

Standing under the low hum of the kitchen lights, she read it twice.

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