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... low. He kept his grip tight on the bags, trying to look like just another faceless customer.
The shop smelled of lilies and roses, warm and delicate—too clean for the storm boiling in his chest.
At the counter stood a woman. Middle-aged, sharp eyes, her posture stiff as if she owned the air around her. For a moment, she didn’t even glance at him. She reached for a notebook, humming under her breath.
Caleb’s heart froze. He knew that voice. That face. Even under softer li ...
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