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Jannah shut her bedroom door with shaking hands, her back pressed against the wood as if she could hold the world out with the weight of her body. The faint echo of voices from downstairs reached her still—Alyssa’s soft, steady tone, Adrian’s deeper, unsettled one—but she couldn’t make out the words anymore. It was safer not to try.Her lungs burned as though she had run a long distance, though all she’d done was smile, laugh, and lie straight to his face. That smile had cost her more strength than anything in her life.She replayed Adrian’s eyes in her mind again and again—how they had darted between her and Alyssa, sharp, searching. It hadn’t been the casual glance of a man meeting two sisters for the first time. No. There had been a flicker there, something dangerous. Recognition. Suspicion. Maybe even memory.And it nearly undid her. If she hadn’t forced the cheerful mask, if she hadn’t greeted him with the kind of warmth she no longer truly felt, everything might have collapsed i

The sun had barely risen when Jannah slipped out of her room, dark circles shadowing her eyes from a sleepless night. The Vasquez residence felt suffocating in the quiet—the creak of the floorboards, the faint hum of voices from Alyssa’s room, the scent of breakfast wafting through the air. Everything screamed of home, yet for her, it felt like she was a stranger walking in borrowed spaces.Her gaze lingered on the closed door down the hall. Alyssa’s door. The real daughter, the real wife. She clenched her fists against her chest. If I just keep my distance… if I just let her take her rightful place, maybe this ache will stop.But before she could retreat to the garden, the sound of an engine rolling up the driveway made her breath hitch. Tires on gravel. The low hum cut straight through her chest.Adrian.He had come again.Jannah’s heart pounded, her body caught between running and staying. Every time he appeared, it felt as though her resolve shattered a little more. She pressed he

The next morning broke quietly, sunlight spilling in soft gold through the lace curtains. Jannah moved carefully, waiting until Alyssa and their mother had gone to see the doctor for her sister’s follow-up. The house felt lighter, emptier, and for once, it gave her space.Her heart pounded as she pulled out the small wooden box again. The folded list she had written the night before stared up at her like an accusation. She tucked it into her pocket, along with a few bills, then slipped a shawl around her shoulders.She left her room quietly, not as a daughter walking through her own home, but like an intruder. Every step down the staircase creaked too loudly. Every sound in the kitchen made her flinch. But she kept walking.At the corner store down the road, she borrowed the payphone—the same one she used years ago when she wanted to call without anyone listening. Her fingers trembled as she dialed the number of an old schoolmate, Mia, who now worked in a travel agency.“Hello? This i

The morning came dressed in haze and heat, the kind that made even the air feel heavy with secrets. Jannah moved quietly through the house, every motion deliberate, every sound measured. Alyssa was resting after her checkup, their mother tending to her as if nothing in the world was wrong.But Jannah’s heart thudded with the weight of everything that was.She told them she’d be heading to the market again—her voice calm, her face composed. Her mother barely glanced up from the kitchen, too occupied slicing fruit for Alyssa. It was easier than Jannah expected. Too easy.Outside, the streets were already awake. Vendors shouted prices, tricycles rumbled by, and the sun glared against tin rooftops. But none of it felt real. The world had blurred into a hum beneath her fear.By the time she reached the café, her palms were slick with sweat.Mia was already there, seated at the same window table, a manila envelope resting between her hands. Her expression softened when she saw Jannah approa

The bell above the cafe door jingled, and Jannah froze. Her pulse jumped before she even dared to look. Adrian. He stepped inside slowly, scanning the room, his eyes locking almost immediately on her. She felt as if the air had thickened, pressing against her chest. Every instinct screamed at her to vanish, to sink into the shadows, but she couldn’t move without drawing attention. He stopped at the counter, pretending to order, but his gaze never left her. That sharp, calculating look made her stomach twist. It was the same intensity she remembered from the wedding day, but now it was sharper, more searching, as if he was trying to read her very soul. She hugged her bag to her side, pretending to scroll on her phone, willing herself to appear calm, casual, like she belonged there. Then he moved, deliberately, taking a seat at the table across from hers, far enough that it looked coincidental, close enough that her heart thundered in protest. “You look tense,” he said, his