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Chapter 14: The Watcher

Author: Josh OA
last update publish date: 2026-03-18 15:22:05

POV: Nora

I sat with the page in my hand for a long time.

The name on it was someone I had spoken to three days ago. Someone who had brought me soup when the morning sickness was bad in the first trimester. Someone whose number was still in my phone under a contact name with a small heart next to it, the kind you add without thinking because it feels true at the time.

I put the page face down again. I couldn't look at it anymore tonight.

"Okay," I said.

Elias watched me. "Okay you believe
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