Chapter 483

Max had left, but Alessia remained lost in thought.

She and Max were so alike–both stubbornly silent, bottling things up until they were practically choking on unspoken words. No wonder there were so many

misunderstandings between them; no wonder their relationship had always felt so

awkward.

But before she’d met the Cole family, it was Max who’d raised her. Sharing his temperament was only natural.

If she hadn’t brushed so close to death this time, Max probably would have taken his secrets to the grave. As for her, she never would have said anything so sentimental.

It really does take a brush with death to see some things clearly.

When Cole walked in, he found Alessia staring blankly into space, spooning imaginary food into her mouth.

“Since when did you start eating with your mind?” he teased.

Cole set down the jug of water, took the spoon from her hand, and gently offered her

so practiced and

“Where’s Max?”

“He left.”

sound too

explained why he missed my track

midair. “That’s

She took another mouthful, then waved her hand, signaling

he started clearing

Cole fetched

her back.

of her, Alessia drifted off into

with Max had always been different from

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up to. He

or toys when he came back from being out, and

someone picked on her, he’d help her get even. When thunder rumbled outside, he’d pat her back, though he never managed to say a

They couldn’t afford picture books, but somehow Max always had a new

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