Search my own home
I didn’t check his phone or his computer. I searched my own home. On the desk he almost did not use, copies of old medical analyses and a folder with the documents of the house of Malibu were missing. The originals were still in the safe, but someone had photocopied them.ad
That same night, Ethan brought the old glass and stood at the door, waiting. For the first time I noticed that this was not taken care of. It was control. I faked two sips. He insisted:
“Lilian, you know I don’t like it when you leave it for later.
His smile was still intact, but his eyes had changed.
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