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CHAPTER 60

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First Person’s Perspective

Elena

I was sitting in the garden behind the east wing, tucked away from the rest of the house, where the wind whispered to the trees and the birds dared to sing. It was the only place that ever felt remotely mine. A little sanctuary carved out of a house that was too big, too cold, and too full of secrets.

The sun didn’t blaze today—it merely glowed, gentle and distant, like it too didn’t want to intrude. The grass was damp with dew, but I didn’t care. My dress was already wrinkled from sitting too long in the same spot.

Cloud, the kitten with curious eyes, was chasing Stone, the puppy who still hadn’t figured out how to run straight. They tumbled over each other, rolled in the grass, and yipped like they didn’t know the world could be cruel.

I laughed softly.

It was the kind of laugh that felt strange coming out of my own throat. Like I’d forgotten how to do it naturally. I placed my hand over my mouth, wondering when I had started being afraid of my own h
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