Chapter 118: Firewood and Fault Lines

Chapter 118: Firewood and Fault Lines

The next morning started with frost on the windows and a quiet too thick to be called peace. Ethan was already gone when I padded downstairs—his coffee mug rinsed in the sink, a note on the counter scribbled in half-legible script: Clinic. Back by lunch. Make s...

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