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140 – Secret Truths

Penulis: Polyana Leão
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-13 05:47:47

"You need a place where it can be you. Here, you’ll never get it."

The words were banging against the walls of my head as I washed the cups, hung up the apron, and turned out the lights. Me. As if it were simple. As if there was an “me” to show without turning to destruction.

When I locked the door, he was still there, leaning against a pole, long coat swaying in the early morning wind. He didn’t look like a journalist. Didn’t seem curious. It seemed like someone was waiting for an answer. "Did you follow me?" I groaned.

"No. I waited. It’s different."

Crossed my arms, too tired for endless fights. "What do you want now?"

He moved away from the pole, walked to get close, but did not invade my space. "A meeting. Out of here. Where there are no cameras, no neighbors, and no traders lurking. A safe place. Alone."

The wolf inside me raised its head, as if paying attention. I, on the other hand, felt the weight of mistrust. "For what?"

"For you to show me. Not a piece. Not nearly. I want t
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