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Lines in the sand

Author: Leelee
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-10 01:11:25

Layla's POV

The morning light crept into our bedroom, thin and pale, like it knew it didn’t belong here today. The twins had finally fallen asleep an hour ago, but my body still hummed with exhaustion. My eyes felt grainy, my head heavy.

Damian was sitting at the edge of the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. He looked freshly showered, already dressed in a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His jaw was set—tight, controlled—but there was a spark in his eyes that told me he was carrying news.

I had a sinking feeling I already knew what it was.

“Are you going to say it,” I murmured, my voice still rough from sleep, “or let me guess?”

He glanced over, and the corners of his mouth twitched, like he wasn’t sure whether to smile or stay serious. “They offered it to me. The board position. National Youth Reform Committee.”

I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around my shoulders. “That’s in D.C., isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice low, careful. “It’s not… forever. Ju
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