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Chapter 11: Five Years Later

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-06 21:12:42

Chapter 11

Five years later

Sarah

Sarah stood at the kitchen island, flipping golden pancakes on the griddle while the morning sun streamed through the tall windows of their spacious apartment. Five years had changed everything, and yet some mornings still felt beautifully ordinary.

“Mom! I can’t find my blue socks!” Oliver’s voice echoed from upstairs, full of five-year-old drama.

“Did you check under the bed like I told you yesterday?” Sarah called back, smiling to herself.

A pause. Then tri
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