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Chapter 25 : Fifteen Years

Author: Lina Franklin
last update publish date: 2026-06-09 12:01:03

“ I do not understand,” Isabella said, her voice shaking harder than she wanted it to, her eyes locked on Victor.

Victor did not move from the doorway immediately.

“I am serious,” she added, stepping back slightly as if the photographs themselves were closing in on her, “you cannot just say something like that and expect it to make sense.”

“It is not meant to make sense all at once,” Victor replied, finally stepping into the room, his voice controlled but lower than usual, like he was speaking
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