Chapter 28: Shadows of the Heart
Gwen The conversation about the plan lingered in my mind as I sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the task ahead pressing down on me. The door creaked open, and I looked up to see Hook entering with an armful of clothes. Behind him, Peter followed, his expression wary but determined. Hook tossed a neatly folded pile of clothing onto the bed. “You’ll need these,” he said gruffly. I picked up the garments, surprised by their practicality. A comfortable pair of dark britches, a plain but soft shirt, and sturdy boots. “What’s this for?” I asked. “You can’t traipse through Neverland in that dress,” Hook said, his smirk faint. “I’d hate to see you trip over it and slow us down.” Before I could respond, Hook handed Peter a similar pile—black britches, a shirt, and a long jacket with de
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