Liora’s pov That night, rest slipped through my fingers like sand. Sleep never really settled in at all.Darkness brought it back, every single night. Not dreams - just words stacked into wounds. My title twisted by strangers, reshaped without asking. Gone, as if I’d never claimed it.As soon as light touched the sky, I was already moving.I started calling.That’s where I started, with the one who handled most of the tracks.Later came the person helping run things for the record company.Later came a pair of outside contributors meant to wrap up songs for the expanded version.A ring came through, stopped only when the machine picked up.Next came someone working support, saying they couldn’t talk because they were stuck in a conference callA hand lifted the third one, yet paused just so a voice could promise they’d return shortlySoon.My stomach turned at just hearing it.Back and forth across the floor, I held the phone tight, stuck inside four walls that didn’t care where I pa
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