DANA'S POV
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As I lay on my bed, lost in my thoughts and emotions, I heard a soft knock on my door. I quickly wiped away my tears, not wanting anyone to see my vulnerability. "Come in," I called, trying to steady my voice.
The door creaked open, and Daniel stepped inside, his expression a mix of concern and apprehension. "Hey, Dana," he greeted me, closing the door behind him.
"Hey," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil raging inside me. "What brings you here?"
He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to find the right words. "I...I wanted to talk to you," he said finally, taking a seat next to me on the bed.
I frowned, sensing that something was bothering him. "What's wrong?" I asked, my concern for my brother overriding my own troubles for a mo
