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Chapter 15

Author: Rejoice Ezeh
last update publish date: 2026-06-26 09:25:14

Brooklyn's POV

"You don't have to do that, you know."

I turned to look at him. "Do what?"

"Daisy." Emerson leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, keeping his voice low enough not to carry through her door. "You don't have to be everywhere she is. You don't have to insert yourself into every moment."

"Insert myself?" I kept my voice equally low but the edge in it was immediate. "She was alone in the dark crying with both hands over her ears. What exactly was I supposed to do? Walk past?"

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