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Chapter 57: Eight days

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Chapter 57 — Eight Days

(Zara POV)

After my mother leaves the penthouse, I don’t stay.

Not because I’m upset in a loud way, or because I can’t sit in that space anymore. It’s something quieter than that. I just know I need distance to think, and Dominic doesn’t try to stop me when I say I’m going to Jane’s. He looks like he wants to ask me to stay, but he doesn’t. He understands when something needs space.

Jane opens the door before I knock properly, like she already knew I was coming.

“You loo
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