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Chapter 43: The Morning Of

Author: Evelyn D
last update publish date: 2026-04-27 16:51:26

ISABELLAS POV

We were out of the motel before the sun finished rising.

No discussion about it. Luca had said move and we moved and within ten minutes the three of us were in the car with whatever we'd come with and the motel was behind us and the road was in front of us and the gathering was hours away.

I watched Luca drive.

Something had changed between last night and this morning. He was contained the way he was always contained but differently. Like a man who had made
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