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CHAPTER FIFTY NINE : Natalie’s Message

Penulis: Ziri Ink
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-29 16:09:48

KATE’S POV

I read it twice.

Then I handed the phone back to Leon because holding it any longer felt like holding something that needed to be put down before it burned through the hand.

Natalie’s message was not what I’d expected.

Not a threat. Not another carefully timed strike designed to destabilise everything we’d been trying to hold together. It was something else entirely, and the something else was worse in a specific way that threats never quite managed to be.

It was an apology.

Not the
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