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Chapter 7: The Space Between Us

作者: Zhelita
last update 公開日: 2026-04-16 22:49:51

Kanya's POV

That night, I sat on the edge of the bed in my hotel room. The space felt small and cold. My suitcases lay open and disorganized across the floor, clothes spilling out in uneven piles, a reminder of my unsettled life.

My phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. Nana’s FaceTime call lit up the screen.

I took a moment to clear my throat and put on my best face before I finally hit the green button to answer.

"There she is!" Nana said. She was sitting in her new chair. She looked so
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