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Chapter Fifty

Author: Delancyquin
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-20 09:29:31

Mira’s P.O.V

The morning sunlight was soft, almost hesitant, as it filtered through the wide windows of our bedroom. The storm from last night had passed entirely, leaving the air crisp and faintly salty. I sat on the edge of the bed, legs tucked beneath me, tracing circles over my belly as the baby shifted inside. Seven months now...every movement was a reminder that we weren’t just navigating danger, secrets, and lies anymore. We were building a life together.

Luca was already up. I could hear the quiet clatter of his morning routine from the other side of the door: the low hum of his razor, the splash of water, the soft murmur of someone talking to himself in carefully measured tones. The familiarity of it brought a small comfort, but the tension in his voice from last night lingered in my mind like a shadow I couldn’t shake.

I stood slowly, careful not to disturb the baby, and padded toward the balcony. The city stretched out below us, a mosaic of rooftops, streets, and distant
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