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Chapter 76

Author: Naj
last update publish date: 2026-04-13 15:28:17

ISABELLA’S POV

“Ms. Moretti, we need you inside. Now.”

I didn’t ask questions. I was already moving before the nurse finished speaking, my heart racing as I followed her into the room.

The door opened.

At first, everything looked the same, the machines, the tubes, the steady rhythm of monitored breathing.

Then I saw his eyes.

Open.

I stopped for a moment.

Brahms was awake.

Not fully, but his eyes were open, unfocused at first, then slowly shifting until they found me.

“Brahms,” I said, my voic
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