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Chapter 131: Lincoln’s POV

Author: Nancii Agosto
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-29 01:56:18

Jessie!” My voice echoes through the concrete parking garage as I rush toward her car. The overhead lights buzz softly, throwing pale reflections across the hood as I pull her into my arms. I tuck my face into her hair, breathing her in like I need the proof that she’s here, that she’s safe. “You okay?”

“I–I don’t know,” she answers faintly. Her voice is thin, stretched tight with everything she’s holding back.

“You did great,” Pennet says gently, his tone firm with reassurance as he steps closer.

“You handled yourself very well, Jessie,” Miller adds as we begin moving toward the elevator. “I know that was tough, but you should be proud of yourself.”

The elevator doors slide open with a dull chime, and we file in together. The air feels heavy, thick with everything that was just said and everything that still hasn’t been processed.

“We heard the whole conversation from the recording device,” I admit quietly, glancing at her reflected in the mirrored wall. “How do you feel about his pr
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