POV: Mira The morning sun streamed through the cracked window, its warmth a cruel contrast to the chill in my chest. I clutched a chipped mug of tea in trembling hands, the liquid inside long gone cold. Across the room, Jace lay sprawled out on his makeshift mattress, his face serene, as though the rebellion he so fervently believed in hadn’t upended our lives.The sight of him sleeping so peacefully, so obliviously, sparked something raw in me. How could he be so calm? After everything? After the protest, the dangers we’d faced, the risks he’d dragged us into?I set the mug down harder than necessary, the clatter echoing in the quiet room. My chest tightened as I stood, pacing to burn off the frustration simmering under my skin. I wanted to wake him, to shake him until he understood what he was risking—for himself, for us, for our family.But I knew it wouldn’t matter. Jace had always been stub
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