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The Weight of Silence

Author: Seraphina ink
last update publish date: 2026-09-23 15:02:45

Chapter 93

Derek’s POV

The call came while I was walking back from staging with mud drying on my cuffs. Mom’s name on the screen stopped me near the equipment shed.

I answered on the second ring and leaned against the metal wall, out of the wind.

“How is the program?” she asked.

“Hard. Good. I’m useful, which helps. I’m eating. Sleeping more than I did at home.”

“Good. The house is quiet. I’m not doing the talks over the phone. They can wait until you’re in the room.”

“I wasn’t going to ask.”

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