The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 478

The photos didn't have the crisp quality of a professional camera; they were clearly snapped on a phone and printed out later. Each one had been carefully laminated with a thin layer of plastic, likely to keep a teething Abacus from tearing them up or putting them in his mouth, as toddlers were prone to do. Whoever had put them up had been incredibly meticulous.

The pictures captured everyday moments from various candid angles. There was a shot of her eating watermelon while cuddling General, one of her pruning the rose bushes in Misty Vale's garden, another of her having breakfast at the dining table, and one where she sat cross-legged on the sofa with her hair in a messy bun, aggressively typing away on her laptop as she edited a manuscript.

She couldn't remember exactly when any of these were taken, let alone realize she had been photographed. Suddenly, her eyes landed on a specific picture, and her slender fingers curled tightly into the edge of the crib.

This one... She vaguely recalled a family dinner at The White Estate. Afterward, Franco's grandmother had aggressively insisted they stay the night in their designated bridal suite. She remembered the evening with crystal clarity. Exhausted from a full day of field reporting, she had taken a shower and collapsed on the sofa, intending to sleep there rather than share the bed with Franco. But when she woke up the next morning, she was inexplicably tucked into the center of the plush mattress.

She remembered shooting up in bed and immediately interrogating Franco, who had been casually scrolling through his phone by the nightstand. He had sworn up and down that she must have sleepwalked into the bed in the middle of the night. She specifically remembered him staring at his screen when she woke up.

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