OLIVIA’S POVI woke up knowing it the way I had been waking up knowing numbers for months. Thirty days remaining. No alarm. No notification. Just the weight of it sitting on my chest before I had fully opened my eyes.Thirty days.I lay in the bed that had become my bed and looked at the ceiling that had become my ceiling and listened to the house settling into its morning sounds around me. Clara in the kitchen below. The particular creak of the third stair that meant Jaden was already up and moving toward the study. The distant sound of the city starting its day beyond the walls.Thirty days of all of this.Then what.I pressed my palms flat against the mattress and breathed.The practical part of my brain, the part that had kept me functional through the hospital months and the contract signing and every difficult thing that had required functioning, had been making a quiet list for the past week. Not written down anywhere. Just there. Running underneath everything else like backgr
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