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... and the house slipped back into silence. Aunt Mayla moved quietly through the kitchen, the soft clink of porcelain and the muted hum of boiling water drifting faintly into the living room. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t hover. She simply existed nearby, as if instinct told her that Mira needed space more than reassurance.
The press conference had ended barely an hour ago.
Yet its weight lingered—thick, oppressive—pressing against Mira’s chest until even breathing felt like ...
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