ATTENTION, MY CHAOTIC DETECTIVES!

First off—how is everyone holding up after Irene’s chapter? Because SHE SAID WHAT SHE SAID 😤🔥, and I am living for the drama. If you survived, drop an "Irene, you menace" in the comments. 😈

Now, a MASSIVE shout-out to:

✨ Agnes – the ultimate detective of the week! Are you secretly out here solving mysteries before the characters?! 👀🔍

✨ Mary Monique Gonzaga – our top bookworm! Seriously, do you ever sleep or just inhale books at this point? 📚🔥

To the silent lurkers (yes, I SEE YOU 👀), thank you for every read, like, and comment! You’re the real MVPs. 🖤

BUT WAIT—who gave Luke a driver’s license?! 🤡 Because our boy is NOT okay after what just went down. Want proof? Here’s a little teaser from the next chapter:

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Pain.

It’s the first thing I register. A deep, searing pain radiating from my ribs, my temple, my goddamn lungs that refuse to expand the way they should.

Then—chaos.

The car. The impact. The windshield cracking like a spiderweb of shattered glass.

The brakes failed. No—not failed. Cut.

I barely had time to register it before the bookstore’s front window exploded around me.

The world tilted. My body slammed against something hard—floorboards, books, reality itself—before my limbs gave out beneath me.

Darkness pulled at the edges of my vision, but I forced myself to stay awake. Stay alert.

Footsteps.

Voices.

Someone gasped. Someone swore.