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Autor: Penumbra
last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-31 18:58:27

Chapter Sixty-Five

Tristan’s POV

I walk into the kitchen and immediately stop.

Andrea is standing with her back against the counter, a pen between her fingers and a small notepad in the other hand. She writes something down, pauses, looks around the kitchen as though the walls might suddenly provide an answer, then brings the pen to her lips while she thinks. I watch her for a moment, and the strangest thought crosses my mind.

How exactly did this become my life?

A week ago, I would have consid
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