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Chapter Twenty-two: The Calm Before

Author: Erym
last update publish date: 2026-06-03 05:08:10

Zara’s POV

The drive home from the office feels longer than usual. Luca’s words keep echoing in my head. “He found something last night. An old photo.” My hands grip the steering wheel tighter as I navigate the late-night traffic. Valerio has found a photo in my desk drawer; wait…is it the one tucked at the back of my drawer? The one where my face looks blurred out? I’d hidden it days ago, back when I first returned. I thought it was safe, but I guess I was wrong.

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