CHAPTER 23
The next morning, I was all packed and ready to leave. I went downstairs to have breakfast and say goodbye to Pamela, but I couldn't shake the heaviness in my chest. As I entered the dining room, my eyes instinctively scanned for Noah. He wasn’t there. Curious, I leaned toward Sandra and asked softly, “Where’s Noah?” She gave me a knowing look before replying, “He left very early this morning. He told Pamela he had work to attend to.” My heart sank. Before I could process her words, Pamela entered the room with Jackson following behind her. He gave me a playful wink as he pulled out a chair and sat opposite me. I forced a small smile in return, numb to whatever game he was playing. My emotions were tangled elsewhere. Breakfast was served. As we began eating, Jackson casually asked,
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