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~New Home~

Author: Carabella
last update publish date: 2026-02-18 21:52:45

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

I stood in the middle of the room and looked around at the space that was mine. Temporarily mine, contingent on good behavior and continued employment, but mine nonetheless.

It was safe and quiet.

My legs gave way slowly, and I sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress was perfect, firm but soft, nothing like the lumpy hotel beds or the clinical hospital mattress or even the comfortable but borrowed feel of Elodie's spare room.

This felt different. This felt like a beginning.
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