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Chapter One Hundred and Seven: Seven

Auteur: Author Rowan
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-14 20:08:40

I look at the word on the screen for a long time.

Seven.

Lucia is seven months old.

She has been saying words for four months.

Ma. Da. Li. More. Home. Seven.*

Not a random number.

Not a word from a book or a song Dominic has been playing.

Seven.

Said with her hand on the piano.

In the room with seven original bloodlines in her mother's genetic history and all seven in her second cousin who is sitting beside me in Rome.

I look at Paz.

She is looking at the word with the expression she has when s
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