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Chapter Twenty-Three: When Existence Becomes Betrayal
Miya POV Walking up to the front doors felt like walking into my own funeral. I stopped in my tracks before we reached the porch steps, and Riever stopped to check on me. “Miya?” he asked. “Were you… really going to let me walk in here unawares? If I hadn’t asked?” I asked, voice shaky. I couldn’t believe anyone who knew me would think startling me was a great idea. Or ambushing me- even if it was a well-meaning ambush. I still wasn’t entirely convinced it was a well-meaning ambush. Riever looked at his feet. That was all the answer I needed. I brushed passed him and into the house. “Alright. Where are they?” “They’ll be in Harper’s room. Up the stairs,” he said, unable to hide his disappointment. I hoped it was with himself, because I couldn’t imagine a scenario playing out that didn
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