Chapter 380
Author: Sunshine
last update2025-08-17 01:03:36

The night grew heavy. Shadows stretched long across the small house as Alex sat quietly by the crackling fireplace, the flames painting his face in flickering gold.

Across from him, old José sat hunched in his worn wooden chair.

Neither spoke. The only sound was the faint crackle of the flames.

Josephine stepped softly from the back room, her voice gentle.

“Lucia’s asleep.” She moved closer and sat down beside Alex, the glow of the fire warming her face.

For a long moment, silence hung over the
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