Chapter 174 Planting a Garden in the Storm

Zoltán’s POV

The number twelve hangs in the warm, dim air of our living room, heavy and undeniable, casting a long, quiet shadow over my mind.

I sit motionless on the floor beside the velvet sofa, my back pressed against the cushions, my hand resting flat against the firm curve of Corinna’s stomac...

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