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作者: Smileyface
last update publish date: 2026-06-09 20:36:06

CHAPTER 11

•ODESSA POV•

He leaves it wide open. Just like the night I left him.

Twenty-five years ago. Gianna Rossi died in a car crash, what about my dad? So why did the people who raised me call themselves Mom and Dad?

I was six. She was cutting apples. I was small for my age, knees scraped, hair in a messy braid she didn’t do.

“Momma,” I asked, sweet. Soft. The way I thought daughters were supposed to ask. “Did I look like you when I was born? Did Daddy have my eyes?”

The knife hit t
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