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Chapter 67

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last update Last Updated: 2025-11-11 00:04:03

Aria’s POV

The cramps had started early that morning, dull and heavy, the kind that made it hard to move. I had spent most of the day in bed, curled up under the sheets, half asleep, half aware of the quiet hum of the house. The television was on somewhere in the background, the sound low, just voices talking about things I didn’t want to hear anymore. They kept saying his name on the news, showing his picture, showing courtrooms and flashes of cars. I kept telling myself not to look, but my eyes always drifted back to the screen.

By the time evening came, I was tired enough to stop trying. The pain had eased a little, replaced by that foggy calm that comes when you’re too drained to feel anything else. I got up, wrapped a shawl around myself, and went to the kitchen for tea. The kettle had just started to boil when I heard it an unfamiliar knock at the front door, sharp and deliberate.

It wasn’t the kind of knock that waited politely. It was firm, repeated, each one louder th
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