Ava's POV “No,” she murmured. “I’m just someone who learned the hard way that silence is dangerous. And kindness, even small, matters more than we think.”Her words settled deep in my chest like seeds planting roots. I had never known such quiet strength before.“You’re not alone anymore, Ava,” Sora said, her voice warm. “No matter what others say. This tent is your home too, for as long as you need it.”I leaned back against the pillow she offered, wiping away a tear. Her tent smelled of dried herbs and old fabrics, but it was warm and safe. Safer than any place I’d known in days.As she continued speaking, her voice soft and soothing, I imagined Lianne—young, innocent, hopeful. I promised myself that I’d honor her memory by holding on to my own strength, just like Sora did.And for the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things would start to look up for me.As the night wore on, Sora's stories transported me to a different world, one where the str
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