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Chapter 73

Penulis: LalaRia
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It was half past eight in the morning when I dropped Macy off at the daycare center. She gave me that sleepy smile she always did before I left, the one that made it harder to walk away. Her tiny hand waved from the window, eyes half-lidded but still sparkling with warmth. I pressed my palm to the glass for a moment, as if I could hold her there, safe, before finally turning away.

By the time I reached the company where I worked, it was already past nine. The elevator doors opened to the familiar hum of chatter, clattering keyboards, and the low buzz of office lights that somehow made everything feel heavier. The moment I stepped inside the reception, I was greeted by the chaos waiting on my desk, stacks of paperwork like towers closing in on me.

I sighed, set my bag down, and forced myself to begin. Another long day. Another endless routine that barely left room for breathing.

By mid-morning, during the short employee break, I finally gathered the courage to make the call I’d been dr
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