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Fifteen: Tension Unleashed

linx Chubyz
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 02.11.2025 22:26:27

Abigail's POV

I clutch my bag tightly, as if holding onto it can somehow keep the day's dramas from upsetting me completely.

The huge pillars of the house rise ahead, casting long shadows in the glow of the evening lights.

The grand entrance feels more like a fortress than a home, and I hesitate as I approach.

I look over my shoulder again, expecting to see Luca's car parked in the distance, his curious gaze still fixed on me.

But the road behind me is empty, and the silence feels almost oppre
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