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Penulis: Siwa Rose
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-15 23:35:26

Killian Davenport

I end the call and sit in the quiet of the office for a moment longer than necessary.

Elena’s voice is still in my ear. I miss you. But I’m okay. The words leave a lighter residue than I expected. She is at a lounge with Nora, wearing a dress, calling me because she wanted to, not because she was falling apart. That distinction matters more than I am ready to examine in a company parking lot.

I take my jacket and head down.

Ronald is waiting by my car with his hands in
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