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Chapter 127: The Silence

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-26 15:28:00

The car hummed softly as they sat in the darkness, the stars wheeling overhead like silent witnesses.

Isabella stared at the steering wheel, her hands still gripping it even though the engine was off. Eleanor sat in the back seat, her presence calm and steady, a balm against the chaos inside her.

"I don't know where to go," Isabella finally said.

"Then don't go anywhere." Eleanor's voice was gentle. "Stay."

"I can't stay." Her voice cracked. "Not after what I saw. Not after everything."

"You ca
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