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Chapter 469 Her Favorite Scars

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Kyle's POV

The parking garage is quiet.

That particular underground silence where every sound gets swallowed by concrete. The tick of the engine cooling. The soft rustle of the children's clothing in the backseat. Gas shifting, her nails clicking against the leather seat.

And Mia's breathing.

Steady. Slow. The rhythm of someone who has let go of consciousness completely. Who trusts the space around her enough to fall this deep into sleep.

I should wake her. Should say her name. Tap her shoulder. Something appropriate. Something that respects the distance she keeps between us.

But I don't move.

My hands are still on the steering wheel. Ten and two. Like I'm still driving. Like we haven't been parked for thirty seconds. Forty. A minute now.

The lines.

They spread across her hip like rivers on a map. Like the branches of a tree. Like cracks in old marble—the kind that doesn't diminish the stone but proves its age. Its survival.

Silver against her skin. Pale. Almost iridescent in the dim
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Melani Maré-Botha
love this story, every chapter
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its 12.20am in Malaysia now ..wil there be more chapters author?
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