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~Spring’s POV~
The house was quiet when I walked in.
Not silent. Just... padded. Like the kind of quiet that wasn’t natural, but placed there.
As soon as I dropped my bag by the console, I saw it—the wheelchair. Cream leather, gold-plated handles. Expensive and new.
Arranged, more for show than actual purpose.
And there she was.
Rose, lounging like a queen draped in hospital-grade theatrics, her legs covered with a cashmere thr ...
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