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Chapter seventy seven:

Autor: Betty Johnson
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-07-05 20:13:33

William’s Week

Caden

I

William landed on a Tuesday.

I knew his flight number. I’d checked it twice the night before and once in the morning without admitting to myself that I was checking it, which Aria saw through immediately.

“You checked the flight,” she said at breakfast.

“I checked the weather,” I said.

“You checked the flight,” she said again, with the calm certainty of someone who had stopped pretending I could hide things from her.

“The flight was on the same page,” I said.

She drank he
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