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Chapter 108 Wednesday Afternoon

作者: Artemis Z.Y.
last update 最終更新日: 2025-02-27 01:16:57

Mia's POV

The next day, Dr. Matthews officially cleared me for travel, with the usual cautions about staying hydrated and taking frequent breaks. And Scarlett, of course, sent daily updates about itinerary adjustments and accommodation options each more luxurious than the last.

And Kyle continued to text about the trust paperwork. For some reason, I gave him a perfunctory reply. And I delayed the meeting we had previously agreed upon. Kyle always makes me unhappy. I hate that he has this power over me. So I tried to save myself by not seeing him.

Then Wednesday arrived.

The West End Cafe was quiet at three o'clock, the lunch crowd long gone and the after-work rush not yet begun. I spotted Nate immediately at a corner table, already waiting despite my being five minutes early.

"Mia," he smiled, pulling out a chair for me. "You look well."

"Thanks," I settled into the seat, grateful to be off my feet. "Though 'well' is a relative term these days. Pretty sure I've officially entered th
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Christina
How? If you aren’t leaving for three weeks and staying there for two?
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