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Chapter 64; Consequences.

Autor: E.J kate
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-01 20:36:44

Alex

The silence had weight.

It sat on my chest the moment I woke up, pressing down until breathing felt like work. The room smelled stale whiskey, regret, and something darker I couldn’t name. I hadn’t opened the curtains in days. I didn’t need to see the world to know it was still moving without me.

Bella wasn’t here.

That was all that mattered.

I reached for my phone before I was even fully awake, fingers already knowing the routine. Call. Wait. Listen.

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