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Chapter 45: The Last Night

作者: Josh OA
last update 公開日: 2026-05-18 17:56:04

POV: Lena Moretti

The realization hit me on a Wednesday morning while I was throwing up crackers in the bathroom. Gianna's door was closed but I could hear her moving behind it. Awake earlier than usual. Listening, maybe. Cataloging the sound of my retching the way she cataloged everything else about my presence in this house. And suddenly, with absolute clarity, I understood that I couldn't stay here another day.

Gianna was reporting to Julian. Julian was smart enough to figure out the pregn
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