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Chapter 78 — Come Home

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last update Date de publication: 2026-03-19 22:01:46

Mara POV

I didn’t go back to the manor. I told Lucien I needed more time, which is true, and didn’t tell him why, which is cowardice, and I’ve been sitting in this room since last night cycling between almost signing and almost calling him and doing neither.

The dissolution papers are on my childhood desk.

I’ve moved them twice—once to the windowsill, once back to the desk—as if location is the problem. As if I’m going to look at them from a slightly different angle and suddenly know what to do
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