The door clicked shut, the sound muffled and soft against the carpet, signaling Jed’s departure. The silence he left behind should have felt heavy, but instead, it was just… hollow. A few moments later, a soft rustle announced another presence before the door even swung open. "Ana?" My mother stepped into the bedroom, her eyes rimmed with red, her hands clasped tightly against her chest. She looked at me as if I were made of blown glass, fragile enough to shatter if she spoke above a whisper. She crossed the room and sat on the edge of the mattress, the dip in the cushions subtle, hesitant. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice trembling with an emotion I couldn't quite mirror. "Now that it’s over… now that the curse is broken?" I looked down at my hands resting in my lap. I turned them over, studying the faint lines etched across my palms, the pale skin over my knuckles. I flexed my fingers, waiting for an epipha
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