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The air in the apartment grew heavier by the minute.
It wasn’t just the heat from the stove or the scent of cumin and cloves hanging thick in the kitchen it was the weight of everything Priya had swallowed for weeks now. Suspicions. Unease. That sickening instinct that told her something precious was being taken from her right under her nose.
Richard disappeared into the living room, rummaging through cabinets in search of the crystal glasses from their wedding. The moment his footsteps faded, the apartment seemed to contract.
“The tea is almost ready,” Priya said, her voice tight, carefully neutral. She didn’t look at Elena. “Elena, go help your father find the coasters. I need a word with Mr. Vance about the… scholarship logistics.”
Elena froze.
The word logistics landed like a t
