Chapter 188

  Fabian POV

  Dallas, Texas.

  27th November 2025.

  The smell of roasting turkey hit me the moment I stepped into the living area. Cinnamon, baked apples, pumpkin pie.

  The house was alive with warmth and familiarity. I paused, letting the scents wash over me.

  It had been four years since I'd b...

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