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AUTHOR’S POV
Sloane sat by the window, her fingers tracing invisible patterns against the cool glass as she gazed up at the night sky.
The stars twinkled like tiny beacons of light, scattered across the darkness like fireflies frozen in time. But to her, they were so much more.
They were her parents.
She had believed it ever since she was a child—that after they were gone, they had found their way up there, watching over her, shining down on her whenever she needed them most.
It was a thought that had kept her from feeling completely alone. A thought that made nights like this feel less empty.
A gentle breeze drifted through the open window, lifting the curtains in soft waves. Sloane closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply, letting the night air calm her.
And then, w
