Chapter 18 Chapter 18

Lola

The chair felt heavier than it should have; not uncomfortable, just weighted—like it carried the expectation that whoever sat in it would stay. Lola folded herself neatly at the table beside Enzo, spine straight, hands resting loosely in her lap. She didn’t reach for him this time. Didn’t ...

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1. Chapter 1 Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2 Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3 Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4 Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5 Chapter 5

6. Chapter 6 Chapter 6

7. Chapter 7 Chapter 7

8. Chapter 8 Chapter 8

9. Chapter 9 Chapter 9

10. Chapter 10 Chapter 10

11. Chapter 11 Chapter 11

12. Chapter 12 Chapter 12

13. Chapter 13 Chapter 13

14. Chapter 14 Chapter 14

15. Chapter 15 Chapter 15

16. Chapter 16 Chapter 16

17. Chapter 17 Chapter 17

18. Chapter 18 Chapter 18

19. Chapter 19 Chapter 19

20. Chapter 20 Chapter 20

21. Chapter 21 Chapter 21

22. Chapter 22 Chapter 22

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