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Chapter Twenty-Three: What Victoria Knows

Author: Opey Lux
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Victoria

I had given Daniel long enough.

Three weeks since the restaurant. Three weeks had passed since Sebastian had looked at me with eyes that did not recognise the woman I used to be to him and said you knew who she was in a voice so quiet and so final that I had walked to my car and sat in it for forty minutes before I could drive.

Daniel's response, when I told him what had happened, had been characteristically smooth. It was always going to come out eventually. We manage the fallout. As
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