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Chapter 28

Author: Angela James
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Anna

Michael’s estate was quiet when we arrived, the kind of stillness that settles after chaos. Ethan was already asleep upstairs, tucked away under heavy blankets by one of the guards who had practically become family. Dawn had gone to the guest room to freshen up, but my stomach was in knots knowing the conversation ahead of us.

I found Michael in his study, seated on the leather couch with a tumbler of whiskey in one hand, his other arm draped along the backrest. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, the top few buttons of his shirt undone. He looked like he’d been carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders.

And I was about to add more to it.

“I need to tell her,” I said quietly.

His eyes lifted to mine, calm but calculating. “Tell who?”

“Dawn.” I stepped closer, the firelight from the hearth casting gold over the walls. “She deserves to know the truth. I can’t keep lying to her. You didn’t hear her today, Michael. She was scared. Confused. She thinks I’ve lo
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