Chapter 7
They moved me to a bedroom.
Soft sheets. Warm blankets. A fire crackling in the hearth.
It should have felt comfortable. Instead, I sat rigid against the headboard, watching the door.
The woman—Vivienne—tried to bring me soup.
I couldn't eat it. My hands shook too badly to hold the spoon.
"Plea...
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Capítulos
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
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