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She spent the entire night tossing and turning, unable to find her way to sleep, until the first threads of dawn began to creep across the sky. It was nearing five in the morning, and she was still lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling with eyes weighed down by sleeplessness. Perhaps it was because the room was still unfamiliar to her… Or perhaps because a person cannot escape their thoughts simply by changing their address. A full week had passed since she returned to her mother’s house. A long week that felt like an entire month. Her only companions had been silence and the questions that refused to stop haunting her. Even Salma, who had insisted on staying with her, could not put her own life on hold for more than a day. She had returned home, leaving Asia alone to face what she had been running from for years. She sighed quietly, then rose from her bed. She walked toward the window and drew back the heavy curtains, allowing the morning light to spill into the room, r

The luxurious black car came to a stop before a towering iron gate. It swung open slowly the moment the car approached, allowing it to glide inside along a long stone-paved driveway surrounded by vast stretches of greenery, meticulously trimmed trees, and a marble fountain at the center of the garden, its water dancing beneath the sunlight. The car continued forward until it stopped in front of a magnificent mansion. Its white façade rose in an imposing classical style, adorned with massive marble columns and wide balconies draped with ornamental plants. Asia remained seated in her place, staring at the surroundings in complete silence. It wasn’t a house... but an entirely different world. A world she had never imagined she would enter, let alone become a part of. A faint tightness gripped her chest, as though every step she took inside would strip away a little of her composure. By then, Mazen had already stepped out of the car. He walked around it with calm, measured steps befo

“One Full Week Later...” The moment the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the mansion, Asia hurried toward the door herself, ignoring the surprised look of one of the maids who had been about to open it. As soon as the door swung open... Salma rushed inside, not giving her even a second to utter a single word before pulling her into a long embrace, as though she had been saving that hug for seven whole days. The two women held onto each other in silence for a brief moment, yet that silence was filled with everything words had failed to express. Asia closed her eyes for a moment, a warmth she had not felt in a long time creeping into her heart, while Salma gently patted her back with genuine affection. “I missed you so much...” She pulled away slightly, only to cup Asia’s face between her hands and study her with obvious concern. “No... don’t answer me yet. Let me look at you first.” She examined her from head to toe before letting out a frustrated sigh. “You’ve lost som

She picked up the first one. The moment she looked at it, a small laugh escaped her. Mazen was a child, no older than eight, standing there with a scowl on his face. His relatively long hair fell over his forehead in a ridiculous way, and he was wearing a formal suit several sizes too big for him. She shook her head, laughing softly. “Oh my God...” She raised the photograph closer to her eyes. “You were frowning even when you were little!” She returned the frame to its place, then picked up another photograph. This one showed him around his high-school years, when he had grown considerably taller, standing beside his mother. Yet he still wore the same expression. She smiled broadly. “Seriously... did you even know how to smile?” She moved on to a third photograph. This time... he was a child running after a small dog in the garden, laughing with complete innocence. She stopped. She stared at the picture for a long moment. Then she whispered, as though speaking to him d

Asia carefully propped her phone on the vanity, resting it against a small box to keep the camera steady. Then she bent down and opened one of the drawers, searching through its contents for a hair clip for her hair, which had been growing longer with each passing month. On the other side of the screen, Salma watched her through the video call until she finally crossed her arms over her chest. “Asia... please, order a new dress. Nothing you have is suitable for a party like this.” Asia finally found the clip. She gathered her short strands at the back and secured them with a calm motion before replying with apparent indifference. “The party is in a few hours, Salma... Besides, I’m not going anyway.” Salma’s eyes widened until they nearly popped out of their sockets. “What?!” She straightened abruptly in her seat. “And why not?” Asia shrugged gently. “I don’t feel like I belong there.” Salma narrowed her eyes and stared at her for a long moment before asking suspiciously,