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Chapter 42 — What You Would Be Costing

Author: Spli_vena
last update publish date: 2026-06-17 17:03:49

Anita pov

Donald knocked on the spare room door on the third night.

Two soft taps. Unhurried. He had never once been refused entry to a room in his own house and did not expect to be now.

I had been at the small desk by the window with the lamp on, working — the coat, the final adjustments before the Tuesday fitting, the things I could do with a pencil in a room with a locked door.

I did not open it.

“Anita.”

Through the wood. Even. Reasonable.

“We should talk. Properly. Not in front of my moth
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