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73: Safe heaven

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last update 게시일: 2025-12-08 22:25:04

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Sebastian drove the whole way in silence, one hand firm on the wheel, the other holding Fiona’s hand as if it was the only thing keeping her in the world.

She was curled up in the passenger seat, face pale, eyes red and swollen from crying so much. Every now and then her whole body shook, a tremor that came from inside, as if the shock was still running through her veins.

The light blue dress was dirty with dust and a little torn at the hem, hair messy, but she didn’t even seem to not
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