Waiting Room

Waiting Room

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"One way or another, we will find each other through the love of writing" Maisie, the kindest soul you will ever meet. The sunshine that appears in your everyday life. Alaric, the rudest soul you will ever meet. The cloud that appears in your everyday life. When Maisie comes back to the harbor for the summer, she's ready to third wheel with her best friend and her boyfriend. Yet, this time there's another person. Will the two antithetical souls figure each other out? Or do the opposite. Will this summer be a normal one or will secrets come out in the worst possible way ever?
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She doesn't remember the sun. Her world has always been four walls and a locked door. No windows. No choices. No voice. The only time she was allowed to leave was when her pain meant saving her sister-or when she'd been "good enough" to earn it. They took her words early on. Beat them out of her until silence became survival. Then one night, everything changed A break-in. A gunshot. A breath of air colder than she'd ever felt. And suddenly, she was alone-left by a riverbank like forgotten trash. That's where he found her. Cruel. Cold. Powerful. A man with blood on his hands and no space for weakness. The kind of man other men fear: a mafia boss with no room for broken things. But he took her in. He doesn't know her story. Doesn't ask why she flinches when he raises his voice or why she can't speak. But for reasons he can't explain, he tries to fix what the world destroyed. She's silent. He's ruthless. And somehow, they both understand each other. Because sometimes the most shattered souls speak the loudest without saying a word.

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