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Chapter 69 — a driver for safety

Auteur: Spli_vena
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-06 18:29:47
Anita pov

Donald came home early with flowers.

Not lilies.

That was the first thing I noticed, standing in the kitchen doorway watching him set them on the counter—white roses, ordinary, the kind of thing you’d buy without thinking too hard about it.

He’d never once brought me flowers that weren’t lilies.

“You’re early,” I said.

“I wanted to be.”

He came over and kissed my temple, and his hand stayed at the small of my back a beat longer than usual.

“Rough day. I wanted to come h
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