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34. P E N E L O P E
Henry rose from the plush sofa, his movements deliberate and slow, and silently left the living room. The weight of the situation was palpable, a tangible tension hanging in the air. I glanced over at Archie, who returned my look with a sympathetic nod, his eyes filled with understanding and concern. Shifting my gaze to Ashby and Sophia, I noted how they seemed to have moved on from the fraught conversation, their laughter and easy demeanour a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within me.
I stood up from the couch, the cushions sighing in relief as I left, and made my way to the patio. The evening air was cool and crisp, a welcome change from the stifling atmosphere inside. The patio overlooked a beautifully manicured garden, the setting sun casting long, golden shadows that danced across the vibrant flowers and lush greenery. The scent of blooming jasmine
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