Chapter 157 Do You Have a Death Wish?

The Next Day.

Matilda was woken by a beam of blinding sunlight.

She groggily rolled over, her arm reaching to the side—the spot was empty, the sheets cold. Thomas was already gone.

Matilda propped herself up with her aching body and rubbed her eyes.

On the nightstand sat a folded hotel notepad,...

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