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Chapter 24

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Aria's Point of View

Warm light washes over the tiled floor, soft and golden, a gentle contrast to the cool air brushing against my skin. I cross to the shower and turn the taps, the old pipes groaning before the water begins to flow. I hold my hand under the stream, waiting, watching the temperature rise as steam starts to curl and dance through the air.

When the water is just right, hot enough to chase away the lake chill but not so hot that it burns, I step under the spray. It hits me in a wave, and I close my eyes as warmth spills over my shoulders, trailing down my back, wrapping around me like a blanket. I let out a quiet breath that I did not know I was holding in.

For a moment, I just stand there, letting the water pour over me, washing away the long day, the laughter, the nerves, the anticipation that is still humming somewhere deep in my chest.

I reach for the shampoo, working it into my hair until it’s thick with suds, the scent soft and familiar. I tilt my head back to rin
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