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The kind of quiet that makes you hear your own breathing, your own thoughts, your own breaking.
I didn’t take much. Just a small bag. Some cash from the drawer. The tattered dress I’d worn the first day I arrived. No shoes.
Maybe I wanted the gravel to hurt. Maybe I needed it to.
My hands trembled as I pulled the front door open. The sun had started rising, casting pale gold fingers over the cliffs beyond the villa. It should’ve looked beautiful. But all I cou ...
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