Chapter 58 Mia

Mia

Callum is in the front hall, unpacking things from his duffel onto the console table with quiet precision.

He looks up when I set a plate beside him.

A sandwich. Chips. A few grapes.

His brow furrows. “You need to stop feeding me.”

I lift my eyebrows. “It’s the least I can do.”

He lo...

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