Chapter 393

Daphne's POV

The doorbell rang just after eleven.

I was in the kitchen rinsing the last of the breakfast plates, still wearing one of Finnian's shirts because it was the first thing I had grabbed that morning. My hair was loose. No makeup. The kind of ordinary domestic mess that still felt new enough to be fragile. I dried my hands on a towel and went to answer it without thinking twice.

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