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**Chapter Fifteen: The old phone**

Author: NOIR QUILL
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-19 00:59:00

**Sam's POV**

I sat in the car for a full minute after we pulled up outside the gates, just watching.

Women arrived in pairs and small groups, stepping out of cars that cost more than most people's homes, laughing with the kind of ease that only comes from never once doubting you belong somewhere. I watched the way they touched each other's arms in greeting, the way their eyes flicked briefly over each new arrival's dress before settling back into practiced warmth. Every one of them was p
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