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Chapter 132: The Grandmother

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-07-03 13:53:37

I opened the letter alone.

Not because Ethan wasn't welcome. He would have sat beside me without a word and given me the whole of it, the way he always did with things that were mine to carry first. But this felt like something that needed to happen in private, in the specific quiet of my own breathing, before I could share it with anyone.

I took it to the window seat in our room, the one that looked out over the northern forest, and I broke the silver wax seal carefully, the way you handle som
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