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Chapter Eighteen: The Kiss We Didn't Plan

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last update publish date: 2026-10-28 18:43:13

Serena’s POV

I didn't speak for the entire drive back to the city.

I watched the scenery pass through the window, but I wasn't really seeing it.

Martin Vale's words kept repeating in my head.

Ask your mother about the night your father died.

What did my mother know?

What had she hidden from me?

And why did every answer seem to create another question?

Adrian sat beside me in the back of the car, giving me the silence I needed.

I was grateful for that.

Eventually, I turned towards him.
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