Joy knew the moment Christiana walked in.Not because of the door.Not because of the sound.But because of the shift.The air changed.Subtle.But unmistakable.Christiana stepped into the room quietly, closing the door behind her with a soft click.Her movements were calm.Too calm.Joy didn’t look up immediately.She stayed seated on her bed, flipping a page of the book in her hand—though she hadn’t been reading it.“You’re back early,” Joy said without looking up.Christiana didn’t answer right away.Instead, she walked further into the room, her steps slow, controlled.Then—“I didn’t know I had a curfew,” she replied.Joy’s lips curved faintly.She closed the book gently and finally looked up.And when their eyes met—She saw it.That shift.Her gaze sharpened slightly.“Interesting,” Joy murmured.Christiana didn’t react.She moved to her side of the room and sat down on the bed, her back straight, her expression unreadable.But Joy wasn’t fooled.“You went to see him,” she sai
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