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One Hundred And Twelve

Author: Racheal Novella
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-31 03:36:45

From the living room, Olivia turned sharply at the sound of the front door creaking open. The rhythmic click of her needles stilled. She had been knitting in heavy silence, her eyes occasionally drifting toward the window as the sky dimmed with the weight of an oncoming storm.

The moment she saw her son step into view, she rose to her feet with alarm.

"Christian?" she asked, her voice low but strained. Her eyes scanned his face, reading the storm in his clenched jaw, the flicker of fire behind his eyes. "What happened? You look... like a storm passed through you."

Christian stood at the edge of the hallway like a man holding back a tide. His shoulders were stiff, his chest rising and falling with quiet fury. He avoided her gaze, turning instead to the console table. The metallic jingle of his keys hitting the wood echoed in the tension of the room.

"Ilda came to the office," he said, voice flat, but laced with something sharp, something dangerously close to betrayal.

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