Chapter 133 This Is Fate

The next morning, when Evie woke up, James was already gone.

His side of the bed was cold—even the warmth he'd left behind had faded.

A note sat on the nightstand. Evie picked it up. The handwriting was crisp and brief: [Wait for me.]

She sat there for a moment, clutching the note, warmth spread...

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