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CHAPTER 61: HER VOICE

作者: Zieey
last update publish date: 2026-06-06 17:45:59

My sixteen-year-old daughter had written her own statement, and she was right, it was time. I sat there, with my heart thudding unevenly, trying to figure out if I was protecting her or just terrified of letting go.

I picked up the document with hands that felt heavier than they should. Isla sat across from me, completely still, the kind of stillness that came when she had already decided something and was patiently waiting for the rest of us to catch up.

Marcus lingered in the doorway, like a
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