Chapter 51
Author: I.khalid
last update2026-04-08 19:49:44

Monica took a deep breath.

It was controlled and deliberate — the specific kind of breath a person takes when they are deciding to stabilize something that has been destabilized, when they are choosing composure as an active act rather than a passive state. She sat straighter, which had not seemed possible given that she was already sitting very straight, and she looked at Peter Bertan across the table with the cold, clear eyes of a woman who had made a decision about how the next sixty seconds
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