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Chapter 155

Author: Billie Patsy
last update publish date: 2026-03-10 23:19:11

I didn’t want to know.

That was the truth I kept repeating to myself like a prayer every time Everett’s name lit up my phone.

I didn’t want another photo. I didn’t want another note. I didn’t want another memory dragged into daylight.

Cassian was supposed to be the past—my ex-stepfather, the man I ran from, the man I screamed at to leave my room and never come back.

He was supposed to stay gone.

The fact that he didn’t—that he kept bleeding into my present through notes, photos, phone calls
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  • SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER   Chapter 165

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