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Chapter 172: The Waiting Season

Author: Clare
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-15 01:03:13

The house feels different after Lucas leaves.

Not empty — just expectant. Like the pause between heartbeats. Celeste moves through the rooms slowly, touching things — the edge of the crib we set up in the guest room, the stack of baby blankets folded on the dresser, the small stuffed rabbit that Lucas liked to hold.

"We should put these away," I say.

"Not yet."

"When?"

"When I'm ready to stop hoping."

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The letters continue.

Celeste writes to a woman in Athens, a man in Stockholm, a family in
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