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Chapter 9 - Bottom-shelf bloodlines
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2025-08-24 00:54:10
JanedoewritingsHey, guys! 💌 I hope you’re loving this story just as much as the others, maybe even more (don’t worry, I won’t tell the others you said that, lol). Don’t forget to drop a comment and let me know your thoughts! 💭✨ Also, this was the last chapter of this timeline… The next update will take us forward a little, who’s ready to meet 17-year-old Alessia and 19-year-old Rino? Things are about to get even more intense. Let me know in the comments! XOXO 💋
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Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ For a long moment I just stared at it, my fingers hovering, trembling. I finally slid a thumb under the flap. It opened with this soft, clean rip like he’d sealed it gently, like he didn’t want to startle me. Inside was a folded paper. I pulled it out slowly, afraid it would crumble, or that I would. My hands shook uncontrollably as I unfolded it. I read the first line, and my vision blurred. My throat closed. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth because a sound clawed up from somewhere deep, somewhere broken. I blinked until the words steadied enough to read again. The ink felt alive, like I could hear his voice in every line. “Aunt Alessia, I don’t even know how to start this. I’ve been gone from home a year, but it feels like ten. And even when I wasn’t near you, I still felt you because every day I spent with Allegra, I saw pieces of you in her. Your calm. Your softness. That strength you carry without even trying.” My chest clenched hard. I p
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