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Chapter 138

Author: A. Leilani
last update publish date: 2026-06-06 19:45:25

Chapter 138

The clock in the hallway ticked. Once, twice, several times.

"How long?" she said finally.

"Have I known?" Jayce asked.

"Have you been managing this," she said. "Managing it as something you couldn't say."

Jayce thought about the gallery opening eight months ago, and knew immediately that wasn't the beginning of the answer she was asking for. "A long time," he said. "Since middle school, maybe. I didn't have the language for it for a long time, and then when I did I also had the eng
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