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    She looked at the untouched fruit and sighed. “Why didn’t he eat even a single bite?”


    Back in her room, Yvonne had just finished washing up when her phone buzzed with a notification.


    It was a message from Morse, which read, “The team from ‘The Wilderness’ just confirmed—Frank Lee will be avable soon. Thepany wants you and Margie to meet with him for preliminary talks.”


    Yvonne’s eyes lit up. Just like that, the weight of Norton’s silence faded from her mind. She replied immediately, “Got it. I’ll book the earliest flight and head out soon.”


    She quickly secured a flight for the next morning, packed her bag for the business trip, and set her rm before finally crawling into bed.


    Early the next morning, Yvonne was already downstairs, fully dressed and ready to go. She told herself it was just to catch her flight on time—but deep down, she knew the real reason she was up so early.


    Norton was always the first to rise, usually downstairs before anyone else, quietly sipping his coffee and scanning the news. She was hoping—counting—on that routine today. Hoping to catch him before he left. Hoping for a chance to clear the air. But the minutes passed, and still, no sign of him.


    She sat at the dining table, waiting, stirring her untouched porridge. Her appetite had vanished again.


    Her phone rang, snapping her out of her daze.


    “Yvonne, are you on your way? It’s almost time,” Margie’s voice chirped through the phone.


    Last night, Morse had finalized the travel list—just her and Margie.


    Yvonne nced up the stairs again. Still nothing.


    “I’m ready,” she said with a soft sigh. “I’ll head out now.”


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    “Don’t forget to let your family know,” Margie reminded her. “We don’t know how long this trip will take.”


    Yvonne cast another nce up the staircase, her brows lightly furrowed. Norton’s absence still nagged at her. Was he really avoiding her?


    She shook her head, brushing it aside.


    After ending the call, she moved mechanically—grabbing a sandwich from the kitchen counter and calling for Z.


    Z brought down her luggage.


    Yvonne took a few small bites of the sandwich, barely tasting it, then pulled out her phone to book a ride to the airport.


    Muchter, Norton finally stirred from sleep.


    For once, his rest had been deep and undisturbed—dreamless. He wasn’t sure if not dreaming about Yvonne was a relief… or just another sign that things were slipping away.


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