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Chapter Twenty-Four Aiden POV

Author: Pinkbee
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-30 14:00:56

Three months.

Emily had been gone for three months. Ninety-two days. Not that I was counting. I stared at the map pinned to the wall of my bedroom.

It was covered in notes. Addresses. Cities. Universities. Job listings. Every possible lead I had managed to find. Every dead end. Every place I thought Emily Kane might be. Every place she wasn't.

The map looked ridiculous. Obsessive. Unhealthy. My mother had called it concerning. My father had called it a distraction. I called it hope. Because if
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