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CHAPTER 67 - LIES TO PROTECT

Author: Dirty Diana
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-25 00:47:10

It started with a sentence Sienna didn't know was a grenade.

We were in the dorm. Saturday evening. She was getting ready for Cole's game – the not as a friend game, the one she'd changed outfits for three times while pretending she hadn't – and I was on my bed editing my column when she said it. Casually. Offhandedly. The way people deliver information that will rearrange your entire week without knowing they've lit the fuse.

"Cole was bummed about practice being cancelled yesterday. He'd been
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