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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven

Author: Barbara Rose
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-13 03:18:22

It was a never ending drag of silence, filling the room like smoke would fill rotting lungs.

They tried to swallow it down, coughed and choked and tried to hold it back - all those feelings, all those unspoken words.

But eventually, Liviana couldn't help but to crack. Before she knew it, everything came pouring out. And she couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.

"Okay, that-" she cuts herself off with a sigh, shaking her head as if ridding herself of her nerves. She had to do this. She couldn't stand the silence anymore. "That's enough. We're supposed to be here to talk!" The woman reminds, her sharp, accusing eyes darting between the set of siblings, who only avoid her eyes. "So talk!"

The demand does little to urge the two, who only share a look and shrug, just as speechless as ever.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Liviana murmurs, two fingers messaging at her temple. These two were going to be the death of her. "Nothing?" She eyes her husband, who simply stares at her, dumbfou
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