Chapter 8 eight

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Liv's POV

I prayed not to meet either of them, but I was answered with the worst of them.

“Thanks,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t respond, his expression unreadable as he carried the suitcase down the stairs.

I followed behind him, my eyes drawn...

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