Chapter 87

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IVAN’S POV

I parked across the street and leaned back, letting my eyes scan the house, especially the window in the nursery.

There was no movement.

The cream-colored blinds she always kept half-drawn were closed, and there was no soft glow of the lamp she usually left on.

I narrowed my eyes and looked...

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