Breaking point
The morning was unusually still, the city blanketed in snow that sparkled under the pale winter sun. Inside Liam’s apartment, the warmth contrasted sharply with the chill outside, yet the sense of comfort was fragile. Emma sat at the kitchen table, her laptop open, reviewing emails with a furrowed brow. Liam poured coffee, watching her with quiet concern. Her phone buzzed with an unexpected call—an urgent video conference from her overseas client. A new project had surfaced, one that promised massive recognition but required immediate attention. The timing was terrible. Liam had noticed her stress in the past days, and he feared that this sudden professional storm could strain their fragile calm. “Emma…” he began cautiously, setting the coffee down. “Another urgent call?” She nodded, vo
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