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Eighty seven: The Quiet Before His Return

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-01-26 20:10:31

POV: Abigail

The moment I step into the house after school, everything feels wrong.

The air is too still and the silence is too heavy. My steps echo as I walk down the hallway.

I drop my bag near the stairs and head to Nathan’s room before I even think about anything else.

Something inside me pushes me toward his door and I open it slowly.

The room is quiet as I walk in and look around.

His closet door is still open from last night. His desk is messy.

But something is different. A few of his j
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