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chapter 147

Author: TemsRay
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-28 16:00:50

The night after Julian’s death stretched endlessly, a hollow void where time lost all meaning. The hospital walls hummed with fluorescent lights, footsteps echoing distantly down sterile corridors, but for Lia, the world had narrowed to a coffin-shaped silence.

She sat still in the dim light of the room, Julian’s small body lying before her, untouched. Nurses had tried to come in twice, softly explaining procedures, promising dignity but one look from her, sharp enough to cut bone, had driven them away.

Her boy would not be moved until she allowed it.

Ruben leaned against the wall opposite her, his hands buried deep in his pockets. His shoulders were hunched, his jaw tight, but it wasn’t enough to contain the grief that rolled off him in waves. He watched her with haunted eyes, waiting for her to crumble, waiting for her to scream, to curse, to cry something. Anything.

But Lia didn’t break.

And that silence was killing him.

“Lia,” he tried again, his voice rough from hours of unshed t
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