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Shattered Sanctuary

Penulis: Luisa
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-13 21:26:30

ELENA’S POV

Sunlight poured across the living room floor and turned everything golden. I sat curled on the sofa between Mamma Rosa and Papa, my bare feet tucked under me, and one hand rested on the gentle swell of my belly. Breakfast plates sat empty on the coffee table—cornetti crumbs, half-drunk espresso cups, the faint smell of almond paste still lingering.

For the first time in months the house felt full in the right way: laughter, teasing, the kind of warmth I used to dream about when I
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