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Chapter 100: The Visit

Author: Dzifa
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 16:10:05

The announcement came on a Monday.

Isabella was in the garden, planting roses with Lucas, when Sebastian appeared in the doorway, his phone in his hand, his face pale.

"Damien is coming to Portland," he said.

Isabella's hands stilled in the dirt. "What?"

"He wants to see Lucas. I want to be part of his life." Sebastian's voice was tight. "He's flying in tomorrow."

Isabella stood, brushing dirt from her jeans. "Did you tell him no?"

"I told him we needed to talk about it first." He crossed the g
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