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Chapter 155: Retracing the Chain

작가: Mary Sampson
last update 게시일: 2026-11-01 18:30:38

We made a list.

It was Adrian's idea. He pulled a clean sheet of paper from his coat and laid it on the kitchen table, under the hanging lamp, with a pen beside it, and said, "Everyone who walked through that house after your father died. Everyone. We'll sort them afterward."

Mia had made tea and retreated to the far end of the room with a book she wasn't reading. The woman from Adrian's team stood by the back door. Outside, the evening had gone dark and cold, and the window held our reflection
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