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Chapter Thirty-six

Author: Queen George
last update publish date: 2026-06-24 00:32:29

Ethan was standing at the bottom of the steps.

Not pacing. Not on his phone. Not performing the casual waiting of a man who happened to be in the neighborhood. Just standing, still, at the bottom of the steps of Clara's building on Sixth Avenue on a Saturday afternoon with his hands in his jacket pockets and his eyes on the sidewalk until they weren't, until they were on me, the exact second I turned the corner.

Julian's hand was still loosely in mine.

I felt the moment he registered it. Not be
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