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72. THE BREAKING POINT

作者: Frya Isaac
last update 公開日: 2026-04-19 09:29:28

It started without warning.

Noah was standing in the living room, Hayes balanced carefully in his arms, the baby wrapped in a soft white blanket that smelled faintly of milk and lavender soap.

For a moment, everything felt normal—too normal. Then the room tilted.

Just slightly at first, like the world had shifted its axis by a few degrees. Noah blinked once, twice, trying to steady himself, but the floor didn’t come back; it moved further away instead. His grip tightened instinctively aroun
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