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e dining section, ready to begin clearing up,

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ely toward the corridor. "Yes, bu

ugh the trouble. Mr Hughston returned to one of his other residen

, blinking, unsu

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nearby. "Okay, and what

his mother. A few of Mr Hughston's wedding frames as well. Kindly hang some of them in his suite and place a

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hort nod before

. she moved inside glancing around and noticed something almost brand new that appeared to have never been opened or used for a second, and dumped..

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even smile... After a few glances at the family photos, s

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n said with a respectful nod as Dami

gravel path. The area was marked "Private Access Only," and the weight of its silence said e

the supervisor muttered as they walked toward th

his eyes narrowing sligh

d your wife, Mrs Victoria

canned the perimeter, checked the restored fence lines, paused nea

ble. No new findings. Just maintenance logs and

car they had used to pass

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this anymore w

n his head as she gently

to break this marriage off?"he said as he reached

didn't get the attention, the affection I needed from yo

time she looked at

voice from breaking. "We can rebuild. I know I've been a workaholic, but

hard, then took

son, we can stay under one roof... but in se

hat, she turned

She only spoke around their son... smiling just enough to keep him from asking question

was finalized. Damien hadn't protested, not even wh

ave it up

night... He wen

ady had looked at him through that gold-trimm

ered, raw as they made out... It hadn't felt like a stranger in

ightly from the drinks, but it wasn't

er chest rising and falling gently in sleep. Her mask was sti

s brushing the edge of the mask, ready to see the wo

s phone

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to inform you.. Your wif

d out of that hotel room, still half-dressed,

of the memory. The helicopter hummed b

at the high view, the w