Echo rose slowly from the bed, dressing with calm, deliberate movements, every motion precise and unhurried. Before he turned to leave, he paused, his gaze lingering on her silhouette beneath the sheets.“Remember—take good care of your health,” he reminded her softly, his voice steady and sincere. “We have a long road ahead of us.”Purple nodded, a faint, warm smile touching her lips, unseen behind the mask that still separated their faces. “I will,” she replied quietly.Then he asked the question that had lingered unspoken between them “When… will I finally see your face? When do we set aside the masks completely?”Purple bit her lower lip, nerves flaring sharp and sudden in her chest. Fear coiled tight in her belly—fear that once he saw her truly, he would look at her differently, judge her, or see nothing but the discarded wife she had been to everyone else.“About removing the mask… please let me think about it a little longer,” she answered gently. “Honestly, I keep our faces
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