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Chapter 67- Amelia is leaving

Author: Luna Blue
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-30 15:07:10

Maxwell POV

The glass was heavy in my hand, heavier than the liquid swirling inside. I tipped it back anyway, letting the burn of whiskey scorch my throat as if it could sear away the memories clawing at me. But no amount of liquor could wash away the truth.

Lila’s laughter haunted me. Her small voice, soft and eager, echoed in my skull, every sound a cruel reminder of what I had lost—what we had lost. The house was silent now, but silence had become my enemy. It amplified the guilt, forcing me to hear the echoes of that night over and over until I thought I’d go mad.

I slammed the glass down onto the table, the sharp crack slicing through the quiet. My hand shook. My chest heaved. And still, the memory played on.

The phone call. My voice raised. Amelia crying on the other end, her tone cracking with anger. The fight had been ugly, bitter words hurled like blades. I had accused her of things that now seemed trivial compared to what came after. But in my rage, I demanded her attention,
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