That night, long after everyone had gone to bed, although Seven was in the bathroom, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My phone glowed faintly in my hand, showing me pictures of my boutique in Dubai. The racks of dresses, the soft lighting, the gold letters of my name shining proudly above the entrance—it all looked so far away, like a life I wasn’t sure I’d get to keep.Was I really supposed to leave it behind? My customers, my work, everything I built from scratch? The idea of starting over in New York pressed on my chest, heavy and suffocating.The bathroom door opened, and Seven walked out with a towel slung around his shoulders. His eyes went straight to me. I quickly shoved my phone under the pillow.“You’re still awake?” he asked, his voice low.“Couldn’t sleep,” I said, forcing a small smile.He sat down on the bed beside me and took my hand. “You’ve been quiet all evening. What’s going on?”“Nothing,” I lied quickly. “I’m fine.”He leaned in, kissed my forehead. “Whatever i
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