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CHAPTER ELEVEN : Threads Pulling Tight

Author: Steph stories
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 22:22:55

The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur.

Helen tried to work from home.

Spreadsheets blurred on her laptop screen.

Numbers refused to make sense.

Her mind kept drifting back to the scan.

The strong heartbeat.

The way Alexander’s face had changed in that dim room.

The feel of his hand holding hers in the car.

Gerald’s leaves brushed lightly against the window as wind picked up outside.

She touched them absently.

The plant had survived her neglect.

She wondered if she and Alexander could surviv
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