Frozen Boundaries
The snow had softened into a pale mist by morning, painting the city in muted shades of gray and white. Liam’s apartment was warm, a cocoon against the chill outside, but Emma felt a subtle tension in the air she couldn’t ignore. Her phone sat on the kitchen counter, buzzing with urgent messages she couldn’t ignore—emails from her overseas projects, reminders of deadlines, and now, an unexpected video call request from a new client demanding immediate attention. She glanced at Liam, who was leaning against the doorway, his mug of coffee steaming in his hands. His eyes were concerned, reflecting the unease he felt whenever the outside world intruded on their fragile harmony. “Emma… another urgent call?” he asked softly. Emma nodded, biting her lip. “It’s a new client. They want revisions
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