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Chapter 6: She called it a mistake

作者: Clara’s Pen
last update 公開日: 2026-05-28 18:36:20

IVY ❀

I was not blind.

I had known my brother for twenty four years and I had known Daisy for six and I walked into that kitchen this morning and the air was so thick I nearly choked on it. Daisy in Dexter’s shirt. Dexter at the counter with his hands flat on the surface and his jaw doing the thing it does when he is feeling something he has decided not to name. The particular silence of two people who have just agreed to pretend something didn’t happen and are already failing at it.

I sat down
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