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Something Lands

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-02 15:59:08

Chapter 74 — Something Lands

POV: Elena Voss

The morning started ordinarily enough, rounds finished early, a stack of charts waiting on my desk, the particular busy hum of the hospital that had become the reliable architecture of most of my days. I was reviewing a patient file when my assistant knocked, an odd hesitation in her voice.

"There's a call for you. The school. They said it's regarding a formal note about Liam's custody arrangement. They'd like you to call back at your earliest con
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