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Chapter 60: The Old Enemy

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-10 15:14:18

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, three weeks after Damien had moved to Portland.

Isabella found it in her mailbox, tucked between a grocery store flyer and a bill she couldn't afford to pay. The envelope was plain white, her name typed on the front in a font she didn't recognize. No return address. No postmark.

She opened it in the kitchen, Lucas playing at her feet, the morning sun streaming through the window.

Inside was a single photograph.

Isabella's blood ran cold.

The image showed her mot
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