ALEXANDERThat morning, I woke with a heavy head and a dry throat, as if I’d spent the night breathing smoke and drowning in noise, when the truth was it had only been my own anxiety echoing inside a house that suddenly felt far too big.My eyes blinked open slowly. The room was silent. I dragged a hand down my face, inhaled a long breath, then pushed myself out of bed.My first steps into the hallway felt strange, like something was missing from my usual morning rhythm. Normally… there would be Emely. A quiet knock on the bathroom door, or the soft shuffle of her feet heading to the kitchen. But today, there was nothing.I ignored the odd feeling for the moment. Maybe she was still asleep. Downstairs, the faint scent of something sautéed drifted through the air. Amira stood in the kitchen, flipping an egg in the pan.“Morning, Amira,” I greeted.She jolted slightly, then bowed a little. “Good morning, Sir. I’m sorry if I woke you.”“No. You didn’t.” I glanced at the pan. “How’s Loria
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