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81. A New War Begins

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Lena’s POV

I wake before the sun staring at the ceiling with my heart beating too fast. The house is quiet and I lie on my side, one hand curled over my stomach like it belongs there. The baby moves sometimes at this hour, slow, soft kicks that feel like tiny reminders that life is still happening inside me even when everything around me feels broken.

I close my eyes and try to picture how things used to feel safe and simple as if the worst thing I had to worry about was burnt toast at Ruth’s c
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