Chapter 53
Author: Teddy
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CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

Declan sat in the back of the car with Zara beside him. The city lights streaked past the windows like falling stars. Her hand rested light on his knee. Warm. Steady. He wanted to believe in that warmth more than anything. But the tiny flip phone in his pocket felt like ice against his skin. Tell her the truth. Or I will.

He kept staring straight ahead. The driver said nothing. Just drove smooth toward her place. A high-rise apartment building glowed ahead. Security gates op
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