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CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

Author: Victoria
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-04 01:49:15

~Nella~

Ashley noticed the shift in my expression immediately.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

I glanced down at my phone, my brows still furrowed. “I just got a message… and I honestly don’t know who it’s from.” I handed the phone to her.

“We could go check it out together,” she said, casual as ever. Brave, bold Ashley—she hadn’t changed one bit since we were kids.

“Alright,” I murmured, slipping off the bed and dragging my feet into my slippers. Ashley was already by the door, waiting.

The living room was empty—no sign of Payson or Mom. Only Lauren remained, hunched over her canvas, completely consumed by her painting. She didn’t even glance up as we passed.

We stepped outside. The quiet wrapped around us like a thick blanket. No one was at the gate. We peered down the street. Still nothing.

We were about to turn back when I heard it.

A whisper.

My name.

I turned sharply to the left, scanning beyond the parked vehicles. And there he was—Sam—half
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