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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 25.04.2026 23:06:44

POV: Evelyn

By the time I get downstairs, I already know something is very wrong.

Malachi is standing near the table, not moving much, just there like he’s waiting for something. Nina is off to the side, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her expression locked down so tight it almost looks like she doesn’t care.

That’s how I know something was really wrong. Maybe they fought.

Toby isn’t here. Good. That means whatever this is, he probably didn't need to see it.

I step fully into the room,
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