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THE LAST NIGHT IN CRESTWOOD

Autor: ANGELA
last update Data de publicação: 2026-10-24 00:19:36

Chapter 237

The Last Night in Crestwood

Leon's suitcase was open on the bed when he got home, and his mother was folding his sweaters into it.

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She had been at it for an hour. He could tell because the pile of discarded clothes on the chair had grown into a small mountain, and she had started refolding things she'd already folded. She looked up when he came in, held a gray cardigan against her chest, and said, "You'll need this. New York is damp."

"Mom, it's fine. I can pack myself."

"I know y
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