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Chapter 66: The Stranger Again

Author: Dzifa
last update publish date: 2026-05-16 20:50:33

Five years had a way of softening memories.

Isabella sat at her favorite restaurant, a small café on the waterfront, the same one where she had first met Henry, the same one where everything had changed. Lucas was at school, Lily was with Eleanor, and Damien was in New York, handling business that couldn't be done remotely.

She was alone. For the first time in months, she was truly alone.

She ordered coffee and a sandwich she didn't plan to eat, and she watched the waves crash against the shore
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