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CHAPTER 11 - AVOIDING THE TRUTH

作者: Dirty Diana
last update 公開日: 2026-03-05 15:05:00

I left at 5 AM like a coward.

No note. No kiss on his forehead. No romantic morning-after moment where I make coffee in his shirt and we smile at each other across the kitchen like people who haven't just detonated their entire lives.

I simply peeled myself out from under his arm one inch at a time – holding my breath when he stirred, freezing when he mumbled something into the pillow that sounded dangerously close to my name – and grabbed my shoes from the hallway floor and my bag from the kit
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