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Chapter 48: One Final Night

Author: D.L.P
last update publish date: 2026-06-06 07:23:39

SAMANTHA’S POV

The hotel alarm clock glowed at 1:47 AM. Mum and Dad were both asleep, Dad snoring lightly in the armchair, Mum curled under the covers with her back to me. My suitcase sat by the door like a sentence waiting to be carried out. Saturday morning flight. Home to London. Back to safety, expectations, and the version of me who never broke the rules.

I couldn’t breathe.

I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, grabbed my hoodie, and crept toward the door. My bare feet made no soun
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