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Chapter Ten: Two Lines

Author: Precious
last update publish date: 2026-06-13 14:46:26

Six days.

Nadia had been counting the delay without meaning to, tracking the calendar in the back of her mind like a clock ticking in an empty room. She convinced herself it was stress. People missed periods when they were stressed. That was normal. She held onto that explanation for six consecutive days.

But on the morning of the sixth day, she woke up a full hour before her alarm. She lay flat on her back, staring up at the dark ceiling, recognizing the cold weight in her stomach for what
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