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Chapter Ninety-Seven Annabelle's Cooking Extravaganza For The Dome

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Annabelle's POV

He told me he was leaving. Two days. One night. Africa.

I didn’t say anything at first. I just looked at him. Took him in. Tried to see if he was hiding anything. If he had doubts. Fear. Danger.

“Africa?” I finally whispered.

“Yes,” he said.

“For work?” I asked.

“For people,” he said.

I nodded slowly. Tried to keep my face neutral. I tried to make it look easy. But my chest tightened anyway.

“Two days. One night,” I said again, almost to myself. Almost like saying it out loud would make it real.

“I’ll be back before you feel it,” he said.

I wanted to believe him. I had to.

I stepped closer. Just enough to feel him there, but not enough to stop him. Just enough to hold some part of him with me.

“You always say it like it’s nothing,” I said softly. “But I know you.”

I watched his eyes. His face. His hands. Every gesture. I saw him, steady, controlled. But I knew him too well. I knew the weight he carried even when he smiled.

“I’ll come back,” he said.

I studied him. Sear
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