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090. Incredible Lies.

Author: Rosewillz
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-18 23:03:45

Sierra’s POV

I trailed Luca as he walked into the mini hall, his steps brisk but weighted down by an emotional burden he seemed desperate to shake off.

It wasn’t as if the air in the hall was the best. In fact, it was no fresher than the disposition outside, and I knew that Luca wasn’t the type to just walk away for a breath.

He wanted to escape from all of the chaos and the additions that layered like lead weight. I knew that he needed his expectations and unanswered questions to be met and answered.

As I followed behind him, I kept my distance because I didn’t want to make him feel that I was prying into his affairs or trying to get words out of his mouth.

The silence between us stretched like a rubber band, except for the faint sound of our footsteps against the tiled floor. I hadn’t come to interrogate him or to try to force a conversation he wasn’t ready to have.

I was more selfish yet I needed to know. I wanted to ask him what Enrico had told him... and more than that, I need
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