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119: Burnt townhouse

Penulis: Ahsia Risan
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-28 22:59:20

Rafael’s POV

The air outside felt too still for what I held in my hand. The morning was beautiful with clear skies and a soft wind brushing against the everywhere and birdsong in the background like a delicate melody. It was the kind of day most people would call peaceful or serene even.

But inside me the chaos swirled so loud very sharp that I could barely hear the wind. I could barely breathe. I stared at the paper again clutched between my fingers already creased from how tightly I’d been holding it since it arrived.

Isabella is my daughter. My daughter!!! My flesh and freaking fucking blood!

The DNA results didn’t just confirm it but they screamed it. A hundred percent match. Not even a whisper of doubt. And yet, I kept rereading the numbers and the names like somehow the truth would morph into something else if I stared long enough.

But it didn’t but it remained stubbornly and brutally real. Adrianna lied to me. She fucking knew. All this time (six goddamned years) she walked ar
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