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Chapter 27: Questions Without Answers

Author: Ivy Rose
last update publish date: 2026-07-11 21:02:16

POV: Charlotte

I decided to say something on a Tuesday, and that's because I’d run out of ways to keep not saying it.

I’d carried it for days, the building, the brass plaque, the careful way his face had looked walking out those glass doors, the list of specialties I’d read late into the night until the words had started to blur together into something I couldn’t unsee. I’d told myself there were reasonable explanations every time the thought resurfaced, and every time, the explanations had fel
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