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Chapter 52: Second chance isn't all bad, yeah?

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I lingered at the kitchen table long after her words had faded, trailing off into the soft hush that now filled the room like smoke. The steam from the tea had long since disappeared, leaving only the faint scent of chamomile clinging to the mug between my palms. It had gone lukewarm, bordering on cold, but I didn’t move.

I just sat there.

Staring at nothing.

Letting the silence wrap around me like a second skin—damp, clinging, a little too tight in all the places I used to be whole.

Every creak in the house felt amplified. The ticking clock over the stove. The distant groan of pipes settling. The lazy buzz of the refrigerator motor humming in the background like a pulse I couldn’t match. My chest ached with a strange tightness that didn’t quite belong to heartbreak but hovered close enough to feel like its cousin.

My fingers curled slightly around the cup, and I told myself to breathe.

Just breathe.

And then—

A faint sound behind me.

Soft. Tentative. The kind of sound that didn’t wan
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