Realization
Her pulse spiked violently, blood roaring in her ears. She lifted her gaze again, staring straight ahead at the house now looming in front of her. It was the same building. The walls, the angles, the roofline—all of it matched the picture perfectly. “Grandma’s childhood home,” she whispered, the words trembling. The shock stole her breath. Edgar didn’t just live anywhere. He lived here. And that realization made everything infinitely more complicated.
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