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Chapter 13-The Fall at work

作者: Joy Heart
last update 最終更新日: 2025-10-01 02:00:01

Savannah woke up early.

The sun was still low, the air still cold, but she had no time to rest. She had to work. She had to keep moving. Work was her only chance to earn a little money. Work was the only thing that could give her a future.

She washed her face with cold water, tied her hair back, and wore the same plain clothes she had. Her small bag was on her shoulder. She touched her belly softly before leaving the small room. “We will be fine,” she whispered. “I will not stop. I will fight for you.”

Her steps were slow as she walked to the laundry shop. Her body felt heavy, and her head hurt, but she forced herself forward. She told herself it was only stress, only lack of sleep. She had to ignore it.

When she reached the shop, Rosa was already standing at the door, her apron tied tight. She gave Savannah a short look. “You are here early again,” Rosa said. “Good. We have a big order today. No time to waste.”

Savannah nodded quickly and forced a smile. “Yes, madam. I am r
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