Chapter 83



When Ernest stepped out onto the porch, he caught me snoozing in front of my laptop, the dim glow of the lamp casting a soft light on my face. His

gaze, tender and fixed, rested on me.

I could sense his presence, yet couldn't muster the energy to wake.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard his gentle voice, "Licia..."

Licia?! Was he calling me?

Yes, he was.

Before I became part of the Wagner family, I was called Licia. But it had been ages since anyone called me that.

"Brother, I'm Licia..."

A vision of a little girl with her hair tied in two buns and a cherubic face sweetly calling out to a boy appeared before my eyes.

The boy was aloof, a man of few words.

was the girl, and Ernest, the boy, with

"Brother, you smell nice..."

little mole on the back of your neck. Let

pinch, Licia.

tired. Can we stop running

...

I love brother. I want

"Ha ha..."

Dad, stop laughing. I'm

marry him. You're

he's a jerk, a total

woke with a start, my

incredible. How could I have dreamt of Ernest and me, especially as children, no

get up, only to realize something was off the

This wasn't my room.

night, and I quickly glanced at the

at my clothes, I

relief and walked out, only to find Ernest asleep on the

to his military background, even in sleep, he was neat and orderly, which made me wonder if

his precision was so impeccable it

moved from the couch to my laptop, carefully picking it up

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