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CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

Author: Wren Gray
last update publish date: 2026-04-21 23:06:17

Seven years ago.

“YOU BROKE ME FIRST.”

SOFIA.

I wake up alone.

This part I remember with a clarity that has never faded, not in seven years, not through everything that came after. The particular quality of that morning light. The particular feeling of reaching across the bed and finding nothing.

His side is cold. Not just empty — cold. He has been gone for a while.

I sit up. Look around the apartment. His shoes are gone. His jacket. I find the note on the pillow and read it once. Family emerge
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