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Chapter 41: The Father's House

Author: Josh OA
last update publish date: 2026-05-14 14:30:06

POV: Lena Moretti

The house looked smaller than I remembered. Or maybe I'd gotten bigger. Not physically, not yet, but in every other way that matters. The woman who'd left this house for a rehearsal dinner six weeks ago was a different person from the one standing on the porch now with a suitcase and no plan. That woman had been numb and compliant and ready to marry a man she didn't love because her father told her she had to. This woman had mapped criminal networks, testified at arbitration
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