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Chapter 39: The Question

Author: Josh OA
last update publish date: 2026-05-12 14:34:01

POV: Lena Moretti

Ezra came through the door forty minutes after the news broke. I heard his key in the lock. Heard his footsteps, fast, crossing the living room. He found me at the kitchen counter where I hadn't moved. The autopsy report was still on my phone screen. My hands had stopped shaking but only because I'd gripped the counter so hard my fingers had gone numb.

He looked at me. Saw my face. Whatever he'd been planning to say, whatever strategic response he'd been composing in the car
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