Tomorrow Never Came
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Última publicación mar, mar 3, 2026
He was just trying to finish the job. She was never part of his plan.
Callie didn't plan on surviving the end of the world - and she definitely didn't plan on raising her niece in it.
But when a job to get Ellie across the country turns into a fight for something bigger, Callie finds herself stuck with Joel: grumpy, guarded, and way too good at pretending he doesn't care. The two of them butt heads constantly... except when they don't. And that's what makes it dangerous.
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