(Ella POV)The morning light broke softer than usual, sliding through the curtains in golden threads. My stomach twisted again, this time sharp and insistent, even before I could steady myself I ran towards the washroom before the nausea could hit, leaving me kneeling against the cool floor, breath shuddering.By midday, I just couldn’t keep the secret to myself. The walls of the cabin seemed to press in, suffocating me. My friends had always been my anchor, and Marcus—he had been more father to me than anyone else. If anyone could steady me now, it was them.I gathered my courage and walked into the village. The hum of voices, the smell of fresh bread, the rhythm of daily life—it should have been comforting. Instead, every sound felt sharpened, every glance felt like it weighed a ton. My hands shook as I tightened my shawl around me.I found them where I knew they’d be—by the well, laughter spilling between them like sunlight. Mia, with her bright eyes and endless energy, waved me ov
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