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Chapter 59 - Web of Lies
Emerson’s POV
I was at the hospital with Isabel, again. Isabel was sitting on the bed. Her eyes were distant. She was clearly lost in thought.
I watched her for a moment, the way her fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of the blanket. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of something—guilt? Regret?
It was hard to tell these days. My emotions were a tangled mess whenever I was around her.
I decided we could both use a cup of coffee, so I stepped outside into the hallway. While I waited at the coffee machine, I reached into my pocket. I pulled out my phone and sighed as I saw the screen light up with missed calls and messages.
Most of them were from Lilith. I could almost hear the ange
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