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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Author: Audri Anna
last update publish date: 2026-04-14 00:31:27

The ECG machine was the loudest thing in the room.

A low rhythmic sound, nothing dramatic, just a patient mechanical breathing that had been marking time since before I arrived. Sylvie was watching the window when I came in. The glass was fogged at the corners from the warmth inside, and the sky was a flat, noncommittal gray.

She turned when she heard the door.

I had changed out of the wedding clothes, which was a small mercy for both of us. I pulled the chair from the corner and set it beside
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