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Chapter 52: The Disappearance

作者: Dzifa
last update publish date: 2026-05-01 15:59:08

The bus station was nearly empty at three in the morning.

Isabella sat on a plastic bench, her small bag clutched in her lap, her eyes fixed on the departure board. The ticket in her hand read Boston. It was as far as she could afford far enough to disappear, close enough to reach her mother's new facility in Vermont.

She had called ahead and made arrangements for everyone who asked where she was going.

No one knew. No one would find her.

"Isabella?"

She looked up, her heart lurching. A woman s
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