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012. Walking on Eggshells II

Penulis: Silver Quil
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-20 19:19:49

RAINA

I sat on my bed thinking about my life. Wondering how I was going to survive many more weeks of this nightmare.

I felt intimidated, humiliated and neglected.

Castor's condescending attitude towards me only grew daily.

How much longer could I continue like this?

The loneliness was enormous. Bigger than I had words for. The kind that sat in every corner of a room and followed you from one end of the house to the other.

I missed my mother's kitchen. I missed the noise of small children and
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