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72 | Protecting

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Lilah's POV :

Two months have passed since I escaped the chaos that was my life, but the memories feel as fresh as if they happened yesterday. Every sound outside my small apartment makes my pulse race, every shadow in the corner of my eye feels like a threat. I tell myself every day that I’m safe, that Ivan Volkov isn’t coming for me. But I can never be sure.

I smooth down my loose floral dress, making sure it hides the small bump just beginning to show. My baby bump. My heart flutters at the thought as I look out of the bakery window, waiting for the last customer of the day to finish up.

“Thank you, Mrs. Carter,” I say, handing her the neatly wrapped pastries. She’s a sweet older woman who never leaves without reminding me that I look tired or too thin. “You should take care of yourself, dear. That glow doesn’t come naturally, you know!”

If only she knew.

The moment the door jingles shut, I exhale in relief, pulling my apron over my head. “Thanks for another day, Ms. Bryant,” I cal
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