Chapter 42
Author: D.Writes
last update2026-05-23 20:25:25

She was still sitting across from him with Julian's letter between them.

"My grandfather was alive," she said again. Not repeating it — arriving at it more fully the second time. Her voice had the same level quiet. "Is."

"Yes."

She looked at him. He could see her deciding whether to ask the question she was already forming or to wait for him to tell it. She waited.

He told her.

Not managed. Not the partial version he had been giving her in careful increments since the ballroom — enough to estab
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