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Chapter 14

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Sage's POV

The polished oak door felt cool beneath my knuckles as I knocked, the sound echoing a little too loudly in the quiet evening. A few seconds later, the door swung inward to reveal Pauline, her face lighting up with a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "Sage! Oh, Sage, darling!" she exclaimed, pulling me into a warm embrace. Her hug was tight, comforting, and familiar. "Are you alright? You look a little… tired."

I returned her squeeze, a small smile gracing my lips. "I'm fine, Pauline, honestly. Just a long day."

She stepped back, still holding my hands, her gaze searching mine before she finally nodded, satisfied. "Come in, come in! Dinner will be ready soon."

She led me through the familiar entryway, the scent of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. As I followed her, my eyes darted around, subtly searching. I’d expected to see Andrew, given that Pauline had moved in with him temporarily before heading back to her mum’s. Pauline, ever perceptive, immediately pi
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