Soraya’s POV“I am so damn tired,” I muttered the moment I stepped into the house, dropping my bag by the door. My feet ached, and my body felt like jelly. I was ready to collapse straight onto the couch.Before I could even take another step, I froze.Mom came rushing toward me, her hair loose and her night robe hanging carelessly off her shoulders. Her face looked pale, worried, and sleepless.I frowned and glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s past three in the morning,” I mumbled. “Why are you awake?”But as soon as the words left my mouth, a cold rush of panic swept through me. Her expression wasn’t just tired—it was fearful.My heart started pounding. “Mom, did something happen? Who’s hurt? Were you robbed?” I asked, my voice rising with each question.She shook her head quickly, her lips trembling. “I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice cracking.That tone alone made my stomach twist. I rushed to her side and gently grabbed her shoulders, trying to steady both of us.“Mom,
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