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Chapter 36: The Alliance Deepens

作者: Josh OA
last update publish date: 2026-05-09 15:21:21

POV: Lena Moretti

I buried the pregnancy the way I buried everything that was too big to process. Under work. Under numbers. Under the precise, controlled focus of a woman who had learned that falling apart was a luxury she couldn't afford. The test was hidden in the lining of my suitcase next to the encrypted drive. Naomi had arranged a discreet doctor's appointment for the following week. Until then, it was just information. Data stored in a compartment I could close when I needed to function
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