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Chapter 92: The Interrogation
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2026-05-28 09:20:38POV: Claire Desmond
My throat tightened. Gareth rarely let the mask slip to show the scars underneath.
He was always the untouchable stoick man, but in these moments, he let me see the cracks. And it made me want to fall even harder.
"You're not losing me, Gareth," I whispered.
He smiled—a real one—and reached for a paper bag on the floor. "Almost forgot. Martha made this."
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