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chapter 8

Author: Mary
last update publish date: 2026-08-28 20:25:14

Chapter 8: Elena’s POV

​I stared at the glowing screen of my phone, my thumb pressing so hard against the glass that the tip turned white.

​Starlight Symphony.

​That was the flagship track from my mother’s unfinished album—the one song she spent three years working on before she got sick. I knew every piano key, every vocal arrangement, and every change in tempo because I had spent my teenage years sitting on the floor of her studio listening to her play it.

​Now, Chloe’s name was listed on the
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