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Chapter 41

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Maria:

The next morning feels different in a way I can’t immediately explain.

Nothing has changed around me. The room is the same, the light coming in through the curtains is the same, the faint noise from downstairs is the same. But something in me has shifted… quietly, like something that finally stopped resisting.

I don’t reach for my phone.

That’s the first thing I notice.

No checking. No wondering if he texted. No replaying conversations in my head before I’ve even gotten out of bed.

I jus
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