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Chapter 122: Hope

Autor: Vanessa Martins
last update Última atualização: 2026-01-24 20:35:21

The third week had begun quietly.

The kind of quiet that pressed against Aria’s ears until she could hear her own breathing—ragged, uneven, like she was always a second away from breaking. Morning light slipped through the thin hospital curtains, pale and apologetic, landing softly on Allen’s face.

He looked smaller every day.

Always still.

Aria sat beside his bed, fingers wrapped around his tiny hand, counting his breaths the way she’d learned to do when hope became something fragile you had t
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