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CHAPTER 52: Rumors and Rotten Roots 3
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2026-03-20 01:32:00Liora
I close my eyes, exhausted. There we are. Always coming back to "that night." The gaping black hole in our family history, the founding event of our downfall. Élianor's disappearance. We all contributed to digging that hole. Me, through my active jealousy, my calculated indifference. My parents, through their complicit silence, their obvious preference, their poorly concealed relief when she left. We pushed stones of humiliation, contempt, and cowardice into
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MarcusThe question catches me off guard. Why this curiosity? Is it a polite way to check my background before renting? Or is there something else, in her piercing gaze, in the palpable tension of her body?The truth burns on my lips. This is why I'm here.—No, ma'am. It's not the first time. I was here… six years ago. For similar business, actually.I see the shock in her blue eyes. It's no longer surprise. It's confirmation. She pales slightly, her hand gripping the back of a dark wood console table.MarthaSix years.The word falls like a stone into a bottomless well.Six years. The perfect timeframe. The exact timing.I don't remember breathing. Everything clicks into place with a terrible and wonderful precision. This man's air, his confidence, his face. His visit to town six years ago. Élianor's pregnancy. Her stubborn refusal to talk. Her decision to keep the child.My God. It's him.Léon's father is in my entrance hall. He doesn't know it. He's looking for a roof over his head
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