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Chapters
Chapter 1 - The Last Shift at Joe's
Chapter 2 - The Lament of the Last Luna
Chapter 3 - Ecos of Destiny
Chapter 4 - Lights and Shadows
Chapter 5 - The Stage of Revelation
Chapter 6 - The Return Home
Chapter 7 - In the Shadow of the Wolves
Chapter 8 - The Living Village
Chapter 9 - The Weight of the Truth
Chapter 10 - Instincts and Desire
Chapter 11 - A Soft Whisper
Chapter 12 - Senses and Feelings
Chapter 13 - The Weight of the Senses
Chapter 14 - The Scent of Dawn
Chapter 15 - The Power of Habit
Chapter 16 - A Haunting Melody
Chapter 17 - A Pleasant Meal
Chapter 18 - Laughter in the Workshop
Chapter 19 - The Silent Table
Chapter 20 - Songs by the Fire
Chapter 21 - Unspoken Words
Chapter 22 - Suds and Conversations
Chapter 23 - A Proposal
Chapter 24 - The Weight of a Choice
Chapter 25 - Maternal Memories
Chapter 26 - The Rhode Clinic
Chapter 27 - The Birdsong
Chapter 28 - Sensitive Reactions
Chapter 29 - Web of Attention
Chapter 30 - Magnetic Impulse
Chapter 31 - Sighs and Smiles
Chapter 32 - A Warm Night
Chapter 33 - A Snowy Morning
Chapter 34 - The Power of Choice
Chapter 35 - Cracks of Silence
Chapter 36 - Whispers of Intention
Chapter 37 - The Warmth of the Night
Chapter 38 - A Sweet Morning
Chapter 39 - A Wet Morning
Chapter 40 - A Hot Morning
Chapter 41 - Kitchen Conversations
Chapter 42 - The Confessions Feast
Chapter 43 - Mourning and Discord
Chapter 44 - A Christmas Idea
Chapter 45 - A New Home
Chapter 46 - Memories and Planning
Chapter 47 - Preparations and Anticipation
Chapter 48 - Reconciliation and Departure
Chapter 49 - A Jealous Breakfast
Chapter 50 - Shine in the City
Chapter 51 - Desire in the Kitchen
Chapter 52 - The Old Bearded Man
Chapter 53 - Shoes, Sweaters, and Lace
Chapter 54 - The Gentle Touch of the Keys
Chapter 55 - A Warm Welcome
Chapter 56 - Family Dinner
Chapter 57 - Christmas Traditions
Chapter 58 - Echoes of the Moon
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Chapter 55 - A Warm Welcome
The journey back seemed much longer than the trip there, not just because of the distance itself, but because of the sweet weight of anticipation. Cassie was once again on Hendrick’s back, her fingers tightly woven into his coat, as dark as the night. The cold morning wind cut her face, but there wa...