28 août 2026

The Last Christmas He Ever Controlled

Something in my tone made him hesitate. Not fear—Curtis didn’t do fear—but confusion. The kind that comes when control slips by a fraction.

He dropped them onto the table with a scoff. “Unbelievable. You disappear for an hour on Christmas Day and—”

“No,” I said.

One word.

Clean. Final.

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