Chapter 516
Author: Youngblood
last update2026-05-08 23:26:25

Steven was silent for a long moment. His jaw tightened, his eyes clouded.

"I'd rather not talk about it," he said quietly. "If you don't mind."

Chance nodded, understanding. "Of course."

They stood in the doorway, father and son, the weight of the past pressing down on them.

Steven paused at the end of the hallway, his hand resting on the door of a room Chance hadn't noticed before. It was smaller than the others, tucked away in a corner, almost hidden.

"There's one more place," Steven said, hi
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