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Chapter 122: Comfort Without Permission
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2026-01-08 09:00:45Julia broke in the quiet.
Not loudly. Not the kind that drew attention. Just a slow, unguarded collapse that left her sitting on the edge of the bench outside the foundation building, elbows on her knees, breath catching where it shouldn’t. The city moved around her—cars whispering past, a distant siren—but none of it reached her in time to stop the tears she hadn’t planned on letting fall.
She pressed her palm to her mouth, as if that could hold the sound in. It didn’t.
“Okay,” she whispered to herself. “Okay.”
The word meant nothing.
Her phone buzzed again in her bag. She didn’t look. Headlines had weight now; she could feel them before she read them. Two women. On
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