2 septembre 2026

The Note Beneath the Coffin

Michael approached instantly.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes,” I said softly.

Too softly.

His eyes narrowed for half a second before the expression vanished.

“You look pale, Mom.”

“I’m tired.”

Claire stepped closer. “We packed some clothes for you already. You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

Again with the prepared clothes.

Again with the insistence.

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