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Chapter 92

Penulis: Jane Melody
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-25 03:42:17

New Lead

Bryson POV

I wake up feeling like I haven't slept at all.

My body is exhausted but my mind won't stop spinning. Images of my mother flash through my thoughts, her smile, her laugh, the way she looked in that surveillance footage. And then Roy's face.

Guilt sits heavy in my chest like a stone. I should have reported him earlier. Should have insisted Mom get a restraining order. Should have done something instead of just hoping he'd go away.

Maybe if I had, she'd be safe right now.

I drag myself out of bed and get ready for class. Julian is already downstairs making coffee, with dark circles under his eyes that mirror my own.

"Morning," he says quietly.

"Morning."

We drink coffee in silence. Richard hasn't emerged from his office yet, he's been in there since last night, probably making calls and coordinating with his contacts. Part of me is grateful for his help. Part of me still feels awkward knowing he saw Julian and me kissing.

But right now, finding Mom is all that matters
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