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Chapter 176

Autor: Chloe Laurent
He looked at the cold stove.

Then he looked at me with the expression that was the real one, the warm one, the one that appeared when I said something he hadn't expected and it turned out to be exactly what he needed to hear.

"Okay," he said.

He stood.

We ate at the kitchen counter, our knees touching, speaking very little. The pasta was lukewarm, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the silence between us, the deliberate choice to be there, together, while the clock kept ticking.

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