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She didn’t wake up.
That was the first thing I understood.
Not immediately. Not all at once. It crept in slowly, like frost over glass—cold, inevitable, and cruel. Lavinia lay still beneath the sheets, her chest rising and falling. Breathing—but wrong. Too shallow. Too quiet. Like the world was afraid to touch her again.
I stayed where I was, right beside the bed. I hadn’t moved since she collapsed. My knees hurt. My hands were numb. I didn’t care.
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