Chapter 78 No

Andrew nodded— once—small, curt.

Then turned— walked back toward the door.

Amelia waited on the porch— arms crossed, smile cool.

Andrew stepped outside— closed the door behind him.

Amelia tilted her head. “Well?”

Andrew exhaled— slow. “He’s in there. She’s crying. Crying pathetically.”

Amelia’...

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