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Revisiting The Secret Calendar

Author: L Writes
last update publish date: 2026-10-15 21:20:21

Chapter Seventeen

The rising of the sun over the city on Day 16 cast a soft faint light penetrating through the windows of the penthouse.

Julian was already awake when I went into the kitchen at seven o'clock. He sat on the staircase toward the lobby, wearing a blue suit and holding a glass of coffee while going through emails on his tablet.

I saw no silver tray that should be on the shelf. There was no glass of warm water, no ice pack or pill cup. The small stool he sat on while massaging my
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