He Followed: Building Our Scarred Life

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d Chicago's skyline. I walked through the pe

ide table, I l

avy, flawless diamond that h

rloom of his, shattered by his mother before her death. I had secretly spent two years restoring it.

The empty space beside

news screen above, a live feed showed a private airfield. Enzo and Chiara were climbing the steps of a slee

their private jet on the tarmac, a silver predator poised fo

ere of greater power. I was flyin

o-his kingdom, his tower-shrink in

r me. Not happiness. Not relief. It wa

d over my stil

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ge: True restoration does not conceal damage, but incorporates t

dmission of total fracture. Compl

indow, feeling the faint, miraculous fluttering deep w