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Chapter 35: What Started There

Author: Evelyn D
last update publish date: 2026-04-21 23:53:35
Nobody spoke on the rest of the drive back.

Enzo had gone quiet in the back seat in a way that meant he was thinking rather than giving us space, which was somehow more comfortable.

Luca drove.

I watched the road and turned the history of it over in my mind and tried to find the shape of what my father had been building toward for twelve years. I couldn't find it yet.

Back at the flat, Enzo put the kettle on without asking anyone, and Luca spread the papers back across the table, and I sat
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