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Tracks in the Grass

Autor: Favor V April
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-11-05 20:41:30

Callie's POV

I didn't roll the window down. I looked at Mason through the glass, and for the first time in five years, I didn't feel the need to explain myself to him.

He knocked again, harder this time. "Callie. Open the window."

Theo turned off the engine and looked at me. "You don't have to talk to him," he said quietly. "Say the word and I'll back out over the lawn."

"No," I said. "Let him say what he came to say."

I pressed the button, and the window slid down. The cold air came in, and wi
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