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Chapter 19: Nora Crosses the Ocean

Author: ChupiCha
last update publish date: 2026-05-26 11:02:31

(Keyla POV)

By the time I finally sent the message, it was 11:43 p.m., I’d been staring at the words for so long the night already felt used up by them.

I’m pregnant.

Three seconds after it delivered, Nora was calling.

I answered because if I ignored the call, Nora would know immediately that something was wrong beyond the obvious, and because I was tired of carrying things alone in the dark of a room that smelled like someone else’s laundry.

“How long have you known,” she said. Not are yo
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